No one knew how much time had passed, perhaps a few hours, or maybe an entire night.
Gu Jianlin had a dream. In his dream, he once again descended to that ancient and desolate Ancestor Star. However, this time, he did not see the towering ancient tree or the lotus flowers blooming everywhere. Instead, he arrived at an ancient, sacred stone tower. At the top was a bedroom of classic elegance, with candlelight bright as the sea, illuminating a graceful and enchanting silhouette.
There was the vague sound of a dragon's roar, echoing throughout heaven and earth.
He awoke with a start, sitting up abruptly.
It was still the same suite, the ambiguous lighting illuminating the darkness.
Tang Ling lay asleep beside him, her disheveled red hair cascading over her charming face, her sleeping expression delicate and charming.
The blanket barely covered her round, smooth shoulders, with her delicate and slender collarbones visible.
