"Dream of Past Dust?" Dong Han murmured softly.
"Yes!" Meng Yao gently caressed the green jade wine bottle and said blandly, "There are some things that instead of forgetting, it's better to seal them deep in your heart and transform them into dreams! Moreover..."
A flash of pain and relief passed through Meng Yao's eyes, "Reality or dream? How many can truly distinguish between them? Most of the time, it's just a theatrical farce! Once the play is over, people leave!"
These obscure words flowed slowly from Meng Yao's mouth, in a tone as detached as a storyteller recounting tales from long ago.
Although Dong Han didn't understand the meaning behind Meng Yao's words, she could see that her City Lord's state was quite dangerous at the moment.
So she quickly took a few steps forward and spoke softly, "City Lord, since Ghost Venerable is now in the Central Ghost Realm, why don't you go now?"
