The view was completely obscured by thick white fog.
Having found himself inexplicably in this pure white space, Lu Yancheng furrowed his brows, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.
Wasn't he with Yu Yu?
Glancing around in search of an exit, Lu Yancheng suddenly swung his arm, and the fog abruptly receded.
What followed was a vast expanse of fiery red rushing into view.
Looking down, he realized he was standing in an endless sea of red flowers.
At that moment, a rustling sound came from not far away.
"Master, the Demon Lord asked me to give you this love letter."
"Toss it."
Two figures came into view on the opposite side, their features obscured by a thick layer of gauze.
Lu Yancheng strode forward, wanting to ask about the situation, but the two figures walked straight past him without a glance.
Huh?
They couldn't see him?
Lu Yancheng knitted his brows, pinching his palm, feeling no pain whatsoever.
So, this was a dream.
