Wang Lin suddenly opened his eyes. They were now bloodshot. His clothes were covered in sweat and his face was pale, as if he had lost some strength. A sense of weakness spread across his body.

“Master!” Liu Jinbiao quickly walked up. His eyes were filled with shock and panic.

“How long were my eyes closed for?” Wang Lin’s breathing was rough, as if even breathing was difficult. He was like a mortal, and after a long time, he raised his hand, signaling he was fine.

Liu Jinbiao hesitated for a moment and spoke the truth. “You… You just closed our eyes and seemed to stop existing. I turned around to look at you and then you… Woke up…” 

“An instant?” Wang Lin was startled. He had used the dream dao many times, and he was always immersed for a long period of time, never just an instant. He looked at Liu Jinbiao and silently pondered.

The blurry image from the dream dao appeared in his mind. He couldn’t even see the other person’s appearance, only an outline… He could only vaguely remember...