"What? You've become some kind of dream coach now? Spouting off about dreams?" Van looked at Zhou Fan with contempt. 'What's this guy acting all profound for?'
"Let me ask you, do you even know what a dream is?" Zhou Fan kicked at Van, who dodged by shuffling to the side.
"Of course I know. Take me, for example. My dream right now is to personally kill those old bastards and avenge my master!" Van said without a second thought.
"Wrong. That's not a dream, that's a delusion!" Zhou Fan mercilessly shot him down. Seeing that Van was about to lose his temper, he quickly added, "Hold on, don't fly off the handle. Listen, let me tell you why I'm saying this."
