People often say "big dreams are like yellow beams" and regard illusions as vain bubbles, but who says that butterflies cannot have the right to dream of Zhuang Zhou? Those emotions that circulated in the dream, those foreshadowings of intertwined fates, those concerns that could not help but come close even though they knew it was a calamity, had quietly weaved a web before waking up from the dream, tightly binding the two souls who were supposed to be in opposition in this mortal chess game. The encounter between Meng Heng and King You that began in a dream is a prophecy of the country's subjugation or the most absurd page in Tiandao's works.
