"One last time!"
Qin Yu gritted his teeth and chose an even dimmer starlight.
The world in front of him expanded again and he entered this person's dream again.
This time, he was traveling through an ordinary farmer.
He lived a monotonous life in the small village day after day.
Other than the occasional practice of martial arts, he lived a monotonous life as a farmer.
A man plowed and a woman weaved, living with two children.
His wife was gentle and kind. The child seemed to have endless energy.
Although it was monotonous, it was filled with warmth.
This kind of life continued and it was still the same until the tenth year.
Qin Yu was a little anxious at this moment. He suddenly felt a little terrified.
He realized that his guess seemed to be wrong. The dim stars did not represent the length of the dream.