Dreaming?
No!
This is definitely not a false dreamscape.
Even though everything around was chaotic and shrouded, a blur like a dream, Qian Changsheng was very clear that in this place, he could feel pain, had clear touch, smell, hearing, and sight.
His thoughts flowed smoothly, memory was clear, without a hint of blurriness.
Upon realizing this, Qian Changsheng focused his gaze on the silver-haired youth.
No matter who this person truly was, at least for now, Qian Changsheng could confirm two points.
First, this silver-haired youth had no malice towards him! That sense of familiarity and the closeness from deep within the bloodline, even from the soul, was by no means false!
Second, the other's strength far exceeded his own. If this silver-haired youth wished, perhaps just a single finger could crush him on the spot!
After quickly realizing his predicament, Qian Changsheng's thoughts raced, instantly forming three plans.
