'It seems I'm not the one in control of this dream.'
Lu Cang was lucid within the dream. His extremely high Spirituality let him recognize he was in a dreamscape.
'If I can't control my own dream...'
'...then it must have something to do with the person in front of me.'
'No wonder I was so tired.'
'I thought I was just exhausted. It looks like I need to be more careful in the future if I ever feel an unnatural drowsiness.'
He let out a soft breath.
The Ten Thousand Souls tugged at Lu Cang's clothes, with countless spirits drifting away behind him.
"Is there anything else, esteemed White of Death and Destruction?"
Lu Cang's tone carried a hint of reverence.
She had managed to find him, and she was a Moon... It wouldn't hurt to be respectful.
Lu Cang was most concerned about the Pure White Descent Ritual he had performed.
That Ritual required the Sacrifice of his own life.
'Technically speaking, Lu Cang had indeed made the Sacrifice.'
