The sound of Yinshi's clapper had just passed three times, and the sky outside the window was still covered with a layer of ink that was so thick that it could not be removed. Only the broken wind lamp in the corner of the eaves swayed with a huge light in the cold wind in the hall, making the furnishings in the house flicker.
Lu Ran suddenly sat up from the hard bed, cold sweat dripping down the broken hair on his forehead, soaking the coarse cloth of his shirt. His chest heaved violently, his hands rested on the cold bed, his knuckles turned white from exertion, and those strange and clear dialogues still echoed in his mind - "Where is this?" "Maybe... It's Wangchuan..." "Who are you?" "Impermanence..." "I've never heard of impermanence in this world." "From now on... I will be it!"
