That night, Song Yun had a dream in which he became omnipotent, just like the deities he had heard of since childhood.
With a wave of his hand, he could move mountains and seas, and with a breath, he could turn into a gusty whirlwind!
Just as he was freely roaming between heaven and earth, suddenly his head was engulfed by a shadow, and the sky gradually darkened.
In the midst of the dark clouds, a human face emerged.
Like an angry god of thunder, the face bellowed at Song Yun with a voice as loud as a tolling bell, "Where have you hidden my things! Where have you hidden my things!"
The other seemed to only know this phrase, but its impact was so intense that Song Yun's head suddenly felt like it was going to split apart!
"Ah!"
Song Yun woke up with a start, and when he looked outside, it was already morning!
He glanced at the clock on the wall, which showed it was already ten-thirty in the morning.
