"Xiaoyu... please, open your eyes and look at me, won't you?" Qi Jingtao rested his hand gently on Shang Yu’s eyelids. His own vision, however, was becoming increasingly blurred. The eyelids beneath his fingers twitched slightly—this was the movement of someone trapped in a nightmare, not someone about to wake.
Years from now, if Shang Yu finally woke up only to find that he wasn't there, what would happen?
Kevin Jin’s brain-computer interface, the power struggles within the Mystic Sect—Qi Jingtao had no desire to think about any of that now.
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