There was sudden chaos in front of him, and the white mist made it difficult for him to see the person in front of him. Shiba Xian let go and floated towards the white mist. "He Wenchang... You forgot again."
He was about to grab Bai Wu, when Shiba Xian came out of the fog and entangled his hand and fixed it on the table. "You said... What are you going to do?" The voice lured him back to the memory of the past: Who is he?
Intention: A misty dream