"But it doesn't matter, you won't answer now, but the younger you might." Zhao Douan muttered, got up and returned to the bed, throwing himself onto it, exhaling and inhaling, entering the Big Dream Scroll.
...
In a daze, Zhao Douan appeared in a mountain forest temple.
Inside the Big Dream Scroll, it was also nighttime, with stars scattered across the sky. This was the sky from six hundred years ago, during the late Qi Dynasty.
"Crackling."
Zhao Douan sat cross-legged in front of a bonfire, opened his eyes, appearing as a youth dressed in plain Daoist robes, hair styled in a Daoist bun. The firelight spread from the front, illuminating the surrounding dilapidated temple, quickly swallowed by darkness beyond.
This was six hundred years ago, roughly corresponding to a mountain forest area on today's Xiping Road.
In the past two months, Zhao Douan had been walking the Martial World as a small-town youth, following the younger Pei Niannu.
