Faced with the cold Wang Lin, Ning Wan’ge looked shocked. "If not for the fact that you had left the dream, I can’t even sense you were coming, much less snatch your junior away. He should be where he was originally, but he could have fallen into a dream too."
Wang Lin stepped forward and said slowly, "Just now, I enveloped my Fifth Junior and the rest with my mana. In my dream, they were taken away by the white-robed man. If that’s only a manifestation of what I was thinking, why aren’t they in the tiny world I created for them?"
Ning Wan’ge shook her head and said, "I am not clear where they went, but in this illusion, other than the Golden-Feathered Great Roc, no one else has entered."
Wang Lin appeared confused. Since he ascended the Immortal Soul Stage, he had rarely shown this emotion.
After he stared at Ning Wan’ge for a while, his gaze turned to the Golden-Feathered Great Roc and observed his wounds.
