Outside the city.
A burly figure hid within the shadows of the trees, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief.
He coughed and said, "The Ningxue Sword has improved again, this guy is completely unbeatable. Just hit and run, hit and run, how long is this going to go on? It's so tiresome, so embarrassing."
The shadow of the pine tree swayed, unexpectedly making a human voice: "There's nothing we can do, if we can't hold off the Ningxue Sword, the Dream Demon is done for. We must help the Dream Demon get through these couple of months."
"How many days have passed now?"
"Not even a month."
"Damn it!"
Baizhan Blade was frustrated: "Not even a month?"
"Nope."
"Why did that bastard Dream Demon come here? Isn't that just courting death? Why couldn't he just hide his true form in the mountain forest and let his avatars enter any city as they please? This is... We've been dragged into such a mess."
