Shen Zhui felt as if he had just had a long dream. The contents of the dream were curious and bizarre—
There was a person roaring towards the sky, holding a sword, pointing towards the heavens.
There was a person slicing through mountains and rivers, capturing the enemy leader among thousands of soldiers.
A group of people in fluttering robes were flying back and forth over the great mountains and vast lakes, gathering the morning dew at dawn, exhaling misty breaths at dusk.
There were elegant and simple pavilions and terraces. Inside them, there were bare-chested people drinking and laughing loudly...
A large lake was hidden amongst the mountains, and on the lake, there were fleets of exquisite boats with groups of young men and women whispering sweet nothings.
...
Dreams are usually illogical, and after breaking into the Divine Passage Realm, he hadn't dreamed again.
