Bai Wu had a dream.
In this dream, he returned to his original small town, where he clearly heard the various plans of Spades Ten and Bai Yuan in the dream.
But that was just a dream.
He was delighted, so this is your plan, huh?
He was also astonished, so I am such a special person.
It was as if the dream really had substance.
As if someone had dreamed they hummed a tune, and the song was very moving.
But upon waking, completely forgotten.
At the moment of enlightenment… Bai Wu suddenly awoke.
And before he could savor the dream, it dispersed like the tide, leaving only a trace behind, no longer within reach.
When he opened his eyes, Bai Wu saw the ceiling.
Numerous distorted faces appeared on the ceiling like Van Gogh's abstract paintings, densely packed and twisted.
At the same time, there were also many gold patterns resembling clock hands, floating on the massive ceiling.