There was a milk-like vapor in the air. It was thick and sticky. It moved slowly, almost as if it was alive. Little by little, it entered Lin Sanjiu's nostrils. Her eyelashes were just fluttering moments ago. Before any light could even enter her amber eyes, her eyes fell shut again, uncontrollably.
Lin Sanjiu woke up.
This time, she was fully aware that she had woken up from a dream. When she sat up, she felt all her muscles screaming at once, probably because she was in an unnatural position for a long time. However, that did not affect Lin Sanjiu sensations. She could feel strength coursing through her body once more—a familiar, formidable strength.
