章節 1545: Annual event in the world of cultivation

This little hand stroked Song Shuhang's head and kept on stroking it.

It felt very comfortable.

Strange, if this was a dreamland, I should have 'woken up', and begun to experience someone else's life, right?

Why does the plot not seem to have progressed despite this little hand stroking my head for so long?

Could it be that the dreamland hasn't properly begun yet?

Several doubts emerged in Song Shuhang's mind.

However, this little hand was really soft, and it also came with a soothing effect.

When he was being stroked by this little hand, Song Shuhang felt strangely relaxed. He wanted to let it continue, and didn't want to open his eyes and have the plot start.

No!

I must wake up right away, this is not a dreamland.

Dreamlands do not feel like this.

There's someone stroking my head in the real world!