"Hey, kid, wake up!" In his sleep, Ye Qingxuan felt someone slapping his face. Drowsily, he opened his eyes with difficulty and saw Hermes’s vague features.

"How much is this?" Hermes raised some fingers.

"Three."

Hermes seemed to nod and asked, "What is forty-four times six plus fifty-two divided by two?" Ye Qingxuan was a bit dazed. "Seems like your logical thinking hasn’t recovered. What about your sense of time?" Hermes asked again, "What time is it?"

Ye Qingxuan looked past his shoulder and up at the sky. "From the sun, I think it’s afternoon?"

"Hey, this is Jianlan Underground Palace! How is there a sun?" Hermes lit a string of incense and swept it past the youth’s nose. "The ritual was successful but your mind hasn’t recovered yet. Go to sleep."

"No, I clearly saw…" An extreme urge of sleep attacked Ye Qingxuan. His vision went black and he fell asleep once again.

In his dream, he saw a blazing sun in the sky. There was also a moon hiding below the horizon, radiating pale