"However—"
Zhang Wanlin suddenly laughed, as if he truly remembered something amusing, "There's something you might really be interested in. Do you remember how you told me to wake up from the fourth level of the dream?"
"The method you mentioned at that time was to trap me."
"But in actuality, that method really works. Although it can't awaken someone from the fourth level of the dream, it inadvertently produced another effect."
"Want to know what it is?"
"If you want me to know, give me a cigarette to smoke."
"..."
After a pause, Chen Miao still crouched down to light a cigarette for Zhang Wanlin. He had a premonition that he was going to hear something about Lord Miao from Zhang Wanlin's lips.
"Whoo!"