Hong Dali slept soundly that night and even had a rather nice dream. In his dream, he held the Goddess of Wisdom and Tang Muxin on his left, Li Nianwei and Zhang Yi on his right, Lin Chuyin and Qianxue were standing at his back, and there was a child in front of him…
Blissful! No one wanted to wake from a dream like this one, right?
However, as Hong Dali was happily dreaming, he suddenly realized that something seemed to be wrong. He seemed to hear the Goddess of Wisdom mumbling faintly.
That's not right. What's happening?
Hong Dali grumbled and woke up. He fumbled along in the direction of the Goddess of Wisdom. It was early in the morning, only four or five o'clock, and the skies were still dark. He could not see his surroundings clearly and could only vaguely remember the general direction. As he felt his way out, as expected, he tripped and fell right on the Goddess of Wisdom…
