The night was endless, the torrential rain pounding down.
The experience from when he was twelve was like a nightmare, especially in recent days, tormenting Zhang Fan endlessly.
But the most recent dream had brought him a new vision.
In the darkness, he vaguely saw before him a high mountain, undulating and shrouded in mist, at the foot of which stood an ancient, weather-worn stone tablet, inscribed with three large dragon-and-snake seal characters:
Dragon Tiger Mountain!!
"How does he know?"
Zhang Fan stared dumbfoundedly at the word box from [Thousand-Year-Old Demon], six characters that made him forget the shattered teacup clutched in his own hand.
"What happened? Ran into an idiot online?"
Beside him, Jiang Hu came closer at the sound.
Zhang Fan shifted pages with both hands, and tossed the broken teacup directly into the trash.
"Nothing!" Zhang Fan replied absent-mindedly, shaking his head.
