Thick fog filled the air, and the visibility was very low. Li Xianyu could not see the surrounding scene. He could only see the White fog that was frozen in the air.
The sound of footsteps came from the depths of the thick fog, with an echo. Li Xianyu judged that he was in an open and closed environment.
Where am I?
He looked down and was shocked to find that he couldn't see his body. There was only fog.
A dream?
A dream with extremely clear consciousness?
Li Xianyu was no stranger to this. He had such an experience and had an extremely clear self-consciousness in his dream. That was when he saw his biological father, li Wuxiang, after the first time he went back in time.
What would he see this time ... Just as this thought came to his mind, he saw the still fog in front of him suddenly ripple, and a man in his thirties walked out.
He had handsome facial features, sharp pupils, a tall figure, and a small gap on his left eyebrow.
