"If you want it... come and take it yourself, don't say I didn't give you a chance."
Zhou Xuan stood quietly several meters away from Bi Fang, but Bi Fang was already unable to move.
"Look at you, there's not a trace of a Heavenly Dome God's appearance, just a heap of mud."
Zhou Xuan glanced at Bi Fang, then walked over to his sister, master, and Yun Ziliang, gently snapping his fingers. The breeze cloud patterns on his body slowly lit up, awakening everyone from their sleep.
The first to wake up was Zhou Lingyi.
Seeing her brother standing unscathed beside her, Zhou Lingyi gently rubbed her eyes and murmured to herself, "I've missed my brother so much that I even dream about him."
She certainly didn't dare to hope her brother could safely return from the "Dream of the Celestial Venerable."
That dream was entrusted to the storyteller by supreme will—how could mere mortals possibly have a way to break it?
"Sister, it's not a dream, I won, Bi Fang lost."
