Upon hearing this voice, Fang Zheng couldn't help but startle, then he instantly reacted.
"Fire Girl? Am I dreaming? No... it seems like I am dreaming..."
"Precisely, Lord of Ash."
As the voice approached, Fang Zheng saw a figure slowly moving to his side.
"This is your dreamscape..."
"So I really am dreaming? I never expected to dream about you..."
Looking at the Fire Keeper in front of him, Fang Zheng couldn't help joking. Back in the Black Soul World, he had suffered a great deal, finding respite only when he chatted and joked with the Fire Keeper by the bonfire—a moment that allowed him to relax. The Fire Keeper, on her part, was an excellent listener who would occasionally let out a soft chuckle. It was Fire Girl's tender and cute demeanor that let Fang Zheng vent much of his frustration. Otherwise, a person who died hundreds or thousands of times in that kind of hellish place would have long since exploded mentally, right?
"However, this is not merely a dream."
