Chapter 93 — The Strange Dream: "Sister Yaoyao, What's Wrong?" Shen Yushu Was Startled to See Gu Mengyao Looking Ready to Cry, With No Idea What Was Wrong With Her
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Skipping practice for one day should be all right, shouldn't it? Wei Zhao hesitated... Ever since he had come out of that strange cave, he had never slept. Every night had been spent in cultivation, though fortunately a few hours of practice left him as refreshed as ten hours of sleep.
Back home, no matter how tired he was, Old Man Wei had always stood beside him watching, and Wei Zhao had never dared to slack off. While on missions, he had to stay alert at all times and had never dared to truly fall asleep.
A situation like the present one, however, was something he had never known. With no old man pressing him on and no danger at his side, Wei Zhao felt like stealing a little rest.
Sure enough, comfort soon made a man grow lazy.
Wei Zhao sighed. But today he really was exhausted, and he did not want to cultivate. He only wanted a sound, peaceful sleep.
Faintly, Wei Zhao seemed to drift into an empty void, a world of total darkness...
Wei Zhao was instantly on guard. What place was this? Could he be dreaming?
Suddenly, as if in answer to his thought, the empty space blazed with dazzling light, bright as day.
And a human figure slowly condensed before him...
"Who... who are you?" Wei Zhao asked instinctively.
Dreams had not visited him for many years, and Wei Zhao had gradually forgotten what dreaming felt like... So was he dreaming now?
"My surname is Jiao..." The figure slowly solidified into the shape of an old man, with rather the air of a sage, who said calmly before Wei Zhao.
"What? Sexual intercourse?" Wei Zhao stared at the old man in astonishment... thinking, how can this fellow be even cruder than I am? Is that the first word out of his mouth? Could it be that I have watched too many dirty movies and my mind has been corrupted? That even my dreams are full of such filth?
"Uh..." The old man was at once embarrassed. "My humble surname is Jiao. Men call me Jiao Yazi. That is I."
"What? Stinky feet?" Wei Zhao was even more dumbfounded. What kind of dream was this? Was it supposed to be a joke?
Jiao Yazi was left speechless... No one had called him by that nickname for many years, yet this brat had blurted it out. He said with some displeasure, "It is Jiao Yazi, not stinky feet. You little child, you must not be rude to this old man."
"Sorry, Old Jiao... I misheard you just now..." Wei Zhao felt rather embarrassed, though he thought to himself that this was only a figure in a dream, so he hardly needed to take it so seriously.
"Do you think you are dreaming?" Jiao Yazi seemed to see right through Wei Zhao's thoughts and looked at him with a cold laugh.
"Huh? Am I not?" Wei Zhao froze, looking at Jiao Yazi in confusion.
"Then pinch yourself and see if it hurts?" Jiao Yazi looked at Wei Zhao with mockery. "Who would have thought that back then my martial grand-uncle sealed a wisp of my apparition inside this jade pendant to await the destined one, only to end up waiting for a fool like you."
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