Stop crying, I'll give it to you, okay?

Outside.

The old man, with his legs crossed, was still happily celebrating for Xiao Wuli.

Mianyun probably never imagined that the formation she left behind would do a good thing ten thousand years later.

As if on cue, a figure appeared before the old man's eyes. He glanced at it, then froze.

"Mianyun? What are you doing here..."

"Bang--!"

Before he could finish speaking, the bridal chamber in front of him was smashed to pieces from the inside with a loud bang, and everything in front of him collapsed instantly. The familiar figure swayed for a moment and then disappeared from the spot.

The old man glared, rubbed his eyes hard, and when he opened them again, the surrounding environment had changed drastically; it was completely silent.

Old man: ? ? ? ?

Xiao Wuli opened his eyes, looked around, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Out.

They did not leave the realm of "Dream Origin Heart Method," and even remained in the same place.

The people around him stood with their eyes closed, all lost in a dream, each with a happy and joyful smile on their face, which looked somewhat eerie.

"Actually... I realized it was a dream a long time ago," the old man said seriously.

Xiao Wuli silently glanced at him sideways.

【Hey! Don't you believe me? I really did know that what happened just now was a dream, but I wanted to test you, so I didn't say anything. I didn't expect you to be so capable, even I was acting along with the dream, and I still managed to fool you. Not bad~】

Xiao Wuli seemed not to hear his words, and walked towards his master in front of him, his expression pausing slightly.

Unlike others, his master frowned slightly, as if he had encountered something troublesome and annoying.

How could this be? Didn't the book spirit evoke the deepest longing in your heart? Why is Master in such distress?

Xiao Wuli raised his hand as if to touch it, but stopped in mid-air.

"Want to know what happened to Master?" The old man moved closer to him.

Xiao Wuli shook his head. "I don't want to, but that's Master's privacy."

The old man nodded slightly and said casually, "If you want to know what happened to Master, as long as you believe that I truly knew it was a dream, I will help you go in."

Xiao Wuli remained silent.

The old man snapped: "Believe it or not!!"

Xiao Wuli looked away, and the old man sat down angrily three meters away from him, with his back to him.

Xiao Wuli turned his gaze back to his master, only to see that his brows were furrowed even more deeply, and a thin layer of sweat had even seeped from his forehead.

I believe in you.

The old man raised an eyebrow, then stood up with a cheerful smile. "No problem. Come, follow me and draw the talisman."

Xiao Wuli followed him and drew a talisman in mid-air with his sword.

[Infuse with spiritual power!]

Xiao Wuli did as instructed, and with a 'boom,' a blinding white light appeared before his eyes. He instinctively closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his gaze was stunned.

The old man remained by his side, looking around at everything, and exclaimed in amazement, "Wow, is this the world my master originally lived in?"

Before me stood many tall, long iron houses. The iron boxes slid across the flat stone path, and boys dressed in the same clothes ran out from the same doorway.

Xiao Wuli stared blankly at the unfamiliar surroundings before him, and it took him a while to come to his senses before he lifted his foot and walked toward the direction he had sensed.

"These people are dressed differently from us, so revealing! They're showing their legs and arms, and the men have short hair..." The old man observed his surroundings in amazement, exclaiming repeatedly. Suddenly remembering something, he asked, "Do you think Master is dressed like them now?"

Xiao Wuli didn't speak, but quickened his pace considerably.

"Is it too late?"

Upon hearing the familiar name, Xiao Wuli abruptly stopped and turned his head to look in the direction of the voice.

The camphor tree branches and leaves cast dappled sunlight. A familiar person, dressed in blue and white, walked over with a slender and upright figure. The collar was loose, revealing half of his thin, white neck. His peach blossom eyes were slightly upturned, and his pupils were bright.

Xiao Wuli unconsciously held his breath.

Master's hair was short, with wispy strands falling across his forehead, giving him a clean and refreshing look. His eyelashes were long and delicate, and his skin was a cool-toned white, as if it had been gilded with a warm edge by the sunlight, radiating a lustrous glow.

A summer breeze blew by, causing the loose top to drape itself back, outlining the soft curve of her waistline, making it appear as if it could be grasped in one hand.

"Hey! Why are you walking so fast?" Another familiar person appeared in his field of vision, and Xiao Wuli came back to his senses.

"Oh my! The sect leader really is also a soul from another world!" the old man exclaimed in surprise.

Xiao Wuli pursed his lips.

Xie Hanfeng put his arm around Chi Buwan's shoulder and said, "Brother, I won't be walking home with you after school today. I have something to do, so I have to go first."

Xiao Wuli frowned as his gaze fell on the hand on his master's shoulder.

The two people in front of me were both wearing short sleeves, and their exposed skin occasionally touched and pressed together, which was extremely jarring.

"OK."

His master's voice was still clear and cold, and as it passed by him, he still carried that familiar fragrance.

Xiao Wuli paused, gently rubbing his fingertips together.

His master cannot see him.

He turned to look at his master, who was walking straight past him, and breathed softly before following him.

"How strange, can two worlds have the exact same face? Does my master's otherworldly soul look like this too?" The old man murmured, puzzled. "Even the voice and the scent are exactly the same."

Xiao Wuli followed Chi Buwan into a house full of people and waited in a corner to watch him.

The master in this world has a richer emotional life. His eyebrows and eyes are always smiling, his eyes are bright and sparkling, and his face is still a bit immature, but he is still beautiful and handsome. He stands out from the crowd.

Every time the bell rang for the second time, many people would crowd the corridor by the window, looking into the room, their eyes fixed on Master's face.

Xiao Wuli's eyes grew darker and darker as he looked at the bright and beautiful woman. For a moment, his heart twisted, and his neatly trimmed nails dug into his palms.

The master should be like he was in his world, aloof and noble, not easily touched by others, instead of being like this, where anyone can come up to him and say a few words.

Everyone here can talk to their master, except him. He and his master are from two different worlds. He came to his own world, but he can't see himself.

Xiao Wuli's eyes grew increasingly dark, his fingers clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white, and he stood in the corner looking exactly like a gloomy ghost.

The old man looked around and came back to see him, and was startled by him.

[What are you doing, brat? Are you trying to eat your master?]

Xiao Wuli lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes concealing the emotions within.

As time went by, the bell rang again, and many people picked up their bags and went out.

Xiao Wuli stood still from the beginning, staring intently at his master in this world, his expression serious.

Finally, everyone in the room left, leaving only him and his master.