"Round Ears shouldn't go, the power of the violin is too great, it's not suitable.
"Instead, Big Ears, take the Sheep Head Guitar and go. That will suffice."
...
In the dreamscape.
Yang Zhan buried his head very, very low.
Beside him, the Ancient Immortal embraced Su Baitao, using his own forehead to press against Su Baitao's forehead.
Under the Ancient Immortal's forehead, veins like roots, like small snakes, grew, climbed, and wound out, plunging into Su Baitao's forehead, and deep inside her brain!
"Concentrate, connect my mind with your mind.
"I will harness the power of this entire dreamscape, perhaps it can help you find a way back to your body.
"Focus, concentrate more!"
The Ancient Immortal spoke in a low voice while holding Su Baitao tightly.
Which made Yang Zhan's face even more contorted!
