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Unlike the previous [Black Dragon Dream], the two people faded away and left the dream realm quite smoothly.
The remaining people were all aware of Gu Ran's uniqueness and did not take action for the time being.
"Have you found a way?" Yan Hanxiang asked.
"Let's knock on the door and see."
"Knock on the door?"
Zhuang Jing raised her hand as though knocking on a door, and tapped twice in the air.
Thud thud, the sound of knuckles rapping on wood.
Everyone's breathing tightened.
"...Who?" A childish voice came from the veils of night.
"Gu Ran?" Zhuang Jing asked.
A mud-built house appeared before them.
The house was small, single-storied with three rooms, the roof covered with tiles, the door—a double wooden plank, yet both narrow and low.
An iron chain was tied to the door, locked from the outside.
