The sense of accomplishment he got from solving problems in his own signature "Li Huazhao style" was what he found interesting.
What a pity, though, that everything here was an illusion, with everything always going as he expected...
What's the point of it all?
It's like someone who enjoys esports and aspires to reach the pinnacle, would they ever be satisfied by playing AI opponents with a simple difficulty level every day?
Was there any meaning if his antics were not in reality?
Li Huazhao curled his lip, and the next moment, he found himself back in the real world.
He'd been pulled out of the dream by the wealth-guarding ghost, following his instructions.
"What did you see?" The wealth-guarding ghost looked curiously at Li Huazhao, surprised by his look of disappointment.
"I saw emptiness," sighed Li Huazhao. He reattached the tube to the old man's head and walked towards the earthen pit. "After all, a dream is just a dream. I couldn't completely immerse myself in it."
