Fang Qingze's expression stiffened. He quickly smoothed his face, casually wiping a bit of drool from the corner of his mouth.
Looking at the rising sun on the horizon, Fang Qingze frowned slightly, feeling a bit strange.
The dreamscape created by the Nightmare made ten years feel like a few minutes, yet the time flow in the one he created was practically identical to reality.
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