59 Mazao's friend 2

The mysterious figure I had encountered in the Mist Dream Realm was now gazing at me, even vaguely emanating a sinister atmosphere. I had rejected his trade offer, and perhaps he was now considering whether he should resort to violence to forcibly take the black gemstone from me.

It was indeed a novel experience to be scrutinized by him like this; I did feel that my life was shrouded in an impending, obscure crisis.

However, the black gemstone wasn't on me at the moment. This was a dream, and the item should be with my body in the real world. Moreover, if nothing unexpected happened, he should be unable to use any supernatural power in this fog just like me.

He was probably a figure who existed in the real world and was very powerful. But here, in this place, he was no different from a mere mortal like me.