"Dark Spring!" Li Fan suddenly opened his eyes.
Standing before Li Fan, Zhang Jiugao, who had just awoken him, was caught off guard as he 'puh!' spewed a mouthful of old blood. "What, did you actually encounter that Demon Lord during your moon worship this time?"
Li Fan opened his eyes wide and gazed at the sky, feeling as if a part of his memory was missing. In the end, he could only recall the words of Bai Yu, "No... Probably just a dream..."
"Don't go recklessly calling out the ancestral master's name in your dreams!" Zhang Jiugao was truly annoyed.
By this time, Li Fan had gradually come to his senses. He saw that it was the wee hours of the morning; the sky was still very dim. Looking around, he saw no morning glow, nor did he see any trace of dark clouds or thunderstorms. The inescapable trap formation of the Immortal Palace, in the end, had been torn apart.
