His face drew closer and closer to the boundary area, the pale mist blurring the edge of shadows, he felt as if he were descending into thin smoke clouds... just like in a dream.
The pale mist gradually enveloped Lin Yi's cheeks, like ethereal ghost shadows hugging him.
But just as his face was infinitely close to that boundary, a cluster of golden flames suddenly ignited in his eyes.
"Dream Boundary…"
He seemed to have thought of something, the power of ashes surged within his bloodline, instantly clearing his mind.
At the same time, Wei Liang's voice sounded beside him: "Damn, Old Lin, are you... observing your own length?"
Wei Liang looked at Lin Yi with utmost astonishment, while at this moment Lin Yi's posture was unmistakably sitting in a seat, bending over, spreading open his legs, and then his head went under himself — that shadow area was right at his feet, his perspective was completely accurate.
But the problem lay in the action of this perspective.
