"Snap!"
It felt like a fleeting moment, yet as if a long while had passed.
Opening his eyes, Li Zhiyuan found himself lying on the bed.
Sitting up, he looked around carefully. He needed to make sure not only if this was his own room but also if he was in a dream right now.
After a while, Li Zhiyuan confirmed that this was reality.
But in his ears, there seemed to remain the crisp sound of the Grandmaster slapping the floor tiles with a talisman in his hand.
Then, everything went black.
What happened afterward, Li Zhiyuan couldn't remember.
He didn't even recall when the ritual of fate transfer had ended, nor how he exited the Grandmaster's room and returned to his own bedroom.
Looking down at the blanket on his knees, he noted that every night the blanket would be on his stomach, and he had his own way of folding it.
This meant that it wasn't the Grandmaster who had brought his unconscious self back to the bed, because the blanket was folded by himself.
