Zhang Hei remembered it when he came to the practice room and found Jun sleeping soundly while hugging the guitar there, but he didn't remember when he fell asleep. However, even though he didn't remember how and when he fell asleep, he was sure that he was sleeping now, and that was why he was in his dreamland.
"I'm in this place again," he muttered to himself as he turned his gaze to observe his surroundings. "I'm sure I'm sleeping next to Jun now, so that's enough proof that Jun did have something to do with what happened in this place more than four hundred years ago, right?"
He was once again in a familiar place. It was the palace where he took so many lives more than four hundred years ago. When he looked down, he saw that his body was covered in the black hanfu that he usually wore when he was still alive in the ancient era. His long black hair was not tied, and part of it covered his back while part of it covered his shoulders.
