Chapter 917: Chen Changsheng's Dream
Everyone seemed to be growing up, growing old.
At some point, everything after death had turned into a grand dream. There was no cultivation, no refining of the heart. Instead, his life flashed past his eyes like a spinning lantern.
Everything lost to the years seemed to mend itself within this dream.
Countless old friends reappeared before him.
Old Man Zhang from the tavern in Qiuyue Fang, the old temple master of Liuyun Mountain, Daoist Xuanhuang, and so many others—people he had held in his heart from beginning to end.
He sank into the dream, unable to pull himself free.
Chen Changsheng appeared to have made peace with everything, but in truth, he had merely buried it deep. Here in the dream, however, it all resurfaced.
The tavern in his dream was bustling with life.
"Mister is here."