Yang Ye slowly opened his eyes after some time.

It wasn’t a blue sky and white clouds that appeared before him, and it was a grey and hazy sky instead. Lightning flashed successively from time to time within the grey and hazy clouds.

The world is slightly different. Yang Ye withdrew his gaze, and then fell into deep sleep again.

“Big Sister Canglan, there’s someone here. Unfortunately, he’s just a Half-Saint.” A voice that carried slight regret resounded.

It ...