"May everyone become as dragons," has already become Lord Miao's obsession.
But subconsciously, Lord Miao had never truly lived for himself, never done what he really wanted to do. The price of standing on high was that you couldn't bow your head; everyone was watching you, you couldn't bow.
Only the subconscious desire to live one's own life could surpass Lord Miao's obsession with everyone becoming as dragons.
No other thoughts would suffice.
...
The task was very difficult, almost impossible to complete, but he had his own methods.
After a moment of silence,
Chen Miao took out some pills from his bosom and placed them in his hand, looked up at Lord Miao with a smile and said, "Want to live another life with my help?"
"Can you do that?"
Lord Miao turned to look at the pills in Chen Miao's palm, "What are these?"
"AI pills, the kind that can let a person create their own dreamscapes. You know of them, don't you?"
"I'm aware, but I have never taken them."
"Want to try?"