"Tan Juan…"
Salvatore asked with some uncertainty, "Have you grown stronger again?"
"Your perception is quite sharp, senior."
Annan smiled and leaned against the door frame, "But of course, purifying nightmares is bound to make one stronger…"
"That is true."
Salvatore thought back to the nightmares he had entered, nodded with a lingering fear on his face: "But if possible, I'd still rather not enter nightmares…"
"…To be fair, I quite enjoy it."
Annan shrugged his shoulders.
That statement of his was one of the rare instances where he was being one hundred percent honest.
He indeed enjoyed nightmares—mainly for the experience of living through others' lives, which gave him a sense of pleasure from peering into others' fates.
"Quickly ask him what Gerald's nightmare was about."
The shadow's deep and hoarse voice echoed at the bottom of Salvatore's heart, "Maybe you can find information about the teacher!"
