Early morning sunlight streamed warmly into Han Lin's room. In his sleep, Han Lin dreamed of his mother—perhaps in a parallel world, or perhaps in the chaotic Immortal Realm.
He woke up only to realize it was all a dream. *Sigh...*
He walked out to the courtyard and stretched. "Tra-la-la, flowers blooming sweet..." Han Lin hummed a tune as he breathed in the rich spiritual qi lingering around the mountainside.
Chapter 71