Back to the Cultivation World, Dreaming of Old Friends Returned

Longing is silent. Only those who have experienced it understand the pain of losing a beloved partner or family member. We part with no promise of return, and from then on, we meet only in dreams. The world is vast, yet nowhere can I find you, with your smiling face.

Dreams are reflections. What happens in them may make no sense, arise from reality, or spring from longing, before finally fading into the shadows of a dream.