Awoken, the dream of this place abruptly came to an end.
Tang Xian suddenly opened his eyes from the bed in the hotel.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and only then did he realize the tension in his emotions.
Why would he have such a dream?
He felt somewhat at a loss.
This dream was not the same as the previous one, at least it did not carry as many revelations or warnings.
It was not abstract; it didn't place him in a world that was clearly unreal, devoid of the many cryptic symbols and totems.
This dream felt as real as if he had experienced it himself.
Had he sensed a familiar and despicable presence, which then triggered a connection, bringing back memories that should have been erased?
Or was this truly just a dream without any leads, conceived through the divergence of various memories?
Tang Xian looked at the time and found that it was nearly four o'clock in the morning.
This was the quietest time in the whole world.
