Night fell like a heavy velvet curtain, slowly descending over the earth and shrouding the world in profound darkness. Everyone sat clustered around the crackling bonfire, the atmosphere solemn and oppressive, as if an invisible boulder weighed on each of their hearts.
Mu Yanfeng sat quietly with his eyes closed, his expression calm and focused. He was working hard to steady his state of mind, trying to quiet his thoughts so that he could successfully enter the dreamscape tonight and track down that mysterious individual.
I stared at the dancing flames, thoughts surging in my mind like a rising tide. Who on earth was this person who looked identical to Mu Yanfeng? Why did he possess a divine artifact fragment? And why was Mu Yanfeng connected to him in his dreams? This cascade of questions swirled endlessly in my head like countless butterflies, plunging me into deep contemplation.
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