In the carriage, the lights were dim, and most passengers had fallen asleep, heads tilted or drooling, or snoring.
Sun Jinsong was also slumped in his seat, sleeping deeply.
Actually, in the dream, he was sitting in the Bronze Hall, seated on a cushion, reading scriptures and chatting with his master.
"Master, thanks to your trick today, it really worked well."
The Ancient Immortal sat cross-legged opposite him, grinning widely.
"Haha.
This trick is certainly effective.
The stronger the Immortal Technique Master, and the faster-reacting an Immortal Technique Master is, the more likely they'll fall for it."
Sun Jinsong froze for a moment.
"Then... what if it's just a novice?"
The Ancient Immortal also paused momentarily.
"A novice? You're even afraid of a novice?
If a novice tried to capture you, just deal with them swiftly and then escape!"
Sun Jinsong was stunned for a moment, then gave a bitter smile.
