Xia Yunchen's mind blanked for a moment, his eyes moving slightly, expressions devoid of all emotions.
His frightened gaze swept the surroundings and eventually settled on Qin Ruan.
The pupils of his eyes contracted sharply, his handsome features twisted gradually.
"I saw her! That woman appeared, the woman from my dreams was standing right in front of me! She was wearing a red dress, and... and she touched me!"
His voice was hoarse and fearful, tinged with teeth-gritting anger.
As he spoke these words, Xu Enhao and Lun Wenbin, who were walking towards them, visibly paled.
Xu Enhao was on the verge of tears as he wiped his face, "Yunchen, don't scare me!"
A woman from a dream, how could she appear in reality.
Xu Enhao had brought the Heavenly Master, thinking that Xia Yunchen was either cursed or influenced by something.
But his explanations were turning out to be far more terrifying.
Xu Enhao's legs, already weak with fear, could barely support him.