But I feel this is not a dream, because everything was too real.
I stumbled deeper and saw a grand hall, where singers and dancers performed and people drank and made merry.
I was invited to join, they asked many questions, and I asked some too.
I can't recall the specifics of our conversation; just remember we talked for a long time and drank a lot, until I finally passed out.
When I awoke, I found myself lying in a tent in the camp.
Doesn't it sound like "The Peach Blossom Record"?
Tan Wenbin nodded: "Indeed, and just like the narrow path opening up suddenly into a bright scene, the subsequent development is similar too, with the chatting and the generous offer of food and wine."
Xue Liangliang asked, "Then, did you report this upwards?"
"Of course, I reported it. But there were quite a few reports those days, some saw soldiers in ancient armor in the passage, others saw strange women in ancient dress.
"And what of the investigation afterward, and that crack?"
