Pei Ye didn't open his eyes; he heard the night wind outside the window above him again.
In the dream of the Queen Mother, the wine made from grapes seemed to truly intoxicate him. He confirmed the soft, smooth fur in his hand, his consciousness sinking peacefully into the dream.
Pei Ye hadn't dreamt for a long time, not one of those complete dreams.
Since obtaining Quail Head, most of the time, even in dreams, he was clearly aware of what he was doing. The dreams rarely felt elusive or transcendent, and he knew precisely which part of his Heart Spirit each element came from in the depths.
But today's dream was evidently different.
Some dreams that didn't belong to him entered with an unfamiliar scent; Pei Ye realized it was an extension of the Queen Mother's dream.
It was very simple, without any sense of intrusion, and even gave the dreamer clarity before it arrived, like a polite visitor.
There was no chaotic information either; Pei Ye stood amidst a white fog.
