Zheng Qing jolted awake from his slumber. Without opening his eyes, his consciousness was still hazy, and his mind churned with remnants of what he had encountered in the dream.
Various winds, black grass, gemstones of all colors, massive iron gates and bronze doors, the embodiment of the Outer God draped in yellow robes, and that unequivocal offering.
Offering!
The wizard shook his head vigorously, casting off the haze in his mind before opening his eyes.
Dawn had already broken.
Then, he saw a mass of panicked brown figures scurrying away.
It was those Zu Ge.
They carried the snacks, gifts, and toys he had prepared for Zhu Si in their claws, shredding blankets and scattering tattered packaging everywhere. The air was thick with the sweet scent of torn bread.
Zhu Si!
