Perhaps not even for the first time in his life, Bai Bing Wen wakes up to a foreign surrounding, feeling his body almost drained of spiritual energy. As he takes a lungful of air, he coughs out clouds of thick, black smoke, forcing him to sit up.
“Xiao Bing?” he hears a familiar voice calling out.
When Bai Bing Wen turns his head, he vaguely registers that there are more people watching him now before he gets tackled by someone’s embrace. After he regains his knocked out breath, he looks to see that the person is Meng Zhang.
Bai Bing Wen is a bit relieved to finally see a familiar face in an unfamiliar place. At least, this time, he feels that the world is no longer an illusion. There is no way that he can come up with a place like this that is completely out of his creative mi
