Wind-rolling Grass had been feeling a bit bored lately.
As a seasoned Dream Demon, it possessed more knowledge, experience, and dream-weaving skills than the younger ones, but there was still an insurmountable barrier between it and the top-level Weavers.
The mentor it followed, Ding You Jun, had 37 years until retirement and was the closest to retirement among the Weavers.
Even though Ding You Jun promised to promote it, the time seemed a bit too long.
As everyone knows, the longer the time, the more changes occur.
Actually, if it was completely hopeless, that would be fine, but the most troublesome thing was this ambiguous hope, making one feel unsettled and always worried about gains and losses.
Wind-rolling Grass was stuck in an awkward phase, neither advancing nor retreating.
It was inevitably a bit disheartened.
It could only pour all its energy and time into the dream realm.
