"Ping'an!"
As he was meditating, Li Dazhi suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze somewhat hollow, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
From behind a screen, Xiaoyue and Wen Rou, who were drinking tea and chatting with Ningning Mu, hastened inside.
Xiaoyue asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"
Catching a glimpse of Ningning Mu, Li Dazhi's words changed upon reaching his lips, and he smiled, "I just dozed off while meditating and had a nightmare. Dreamt that Ping'an was surrounded by a group of women, nothing serious."
Do Golden Immortals still have nightmares?
Wen Rou immediately understood, covered a few sentences for Li Dazhi, and then took Ningning Mu back outside the screen to continue their tea and idle chatter with snacks.
Xiaoyue sat beside Li Dazhi and asked telepathically, "Is something really wrong?"
"Just now, I seemed to have seen Ping'an going to a place filled with bloody water."
Li Dazhi spoke telepathically,
