In the silence, Ji Jue's fingers trembled, then trembled again.
With difficulty, he turned his head.
After the dragon dispersed, the familiar figure sleeping within the crystal.
Within reach.
"Her problem..."
"The resistance and contradiction between consciousness and nature are indeed rare."
Hua Xujun grinned: "Such exceptional talent, to the point where one's soul finds it hard to fit, instead suppressing one's nature... Heh, it's like a stone meant to hatch a heavenly calamity wants to bloom—a true rarity."
"Is it difficult?"
"Effortless."
Hua Xujun casually waved a paw: "It's just about reconciling the repulsion within the soul and body. If we don't demand a change in essence, but just want to ease the conflict, a dream is all that's needed.
But really, Ji Jue, is this truly what you want to ask?"
"..."
