When dreams became indistinguishably real,
people gradually started mistaking dreams for reality.
At least Li Sihai was now confused; although he could distinguish between dreaming and reality, he was still somewhat muddled.
At this moment, the sunlight above was exceptionally brilliant.
Li Sihai stood in an open field, surrounded by rolling mountains and endless greenery.
With such a landscape,
he could be sure he was dreaming.
After all, he was currently in a small town on the Loess Plateau, where such scenery was nowhere to be seen.
The calming effect of the bamboo flying sword was clearly quite good.
He remembered the memory from one second ago; he was preparing for a nap but just couldn't fall asleep. Yet now he found himself in such a serene and peaceful place.
But...
When he used his hand to shield against the blinding sunlight, trying to wake himself up a bit, he found that no matter how much he blinked, the scene before his eyes remained unchanged.
