Three days later, Loran Hill finally found the sleeping witch, Thehua.

It would be more appropriate to say that the other party showed up on their own initiative rather than finding it.

On the ground filled with ice and fog, the high and undulating mountains are extremely majestic. A woman with black hair and black dress stands on the top of the mountain, slightly opening her arms, letting the wind blow her hair and dress to dance.

Loranhill slowly descended and came in front of the witch.

"Are you looking for me?" The other person asked softly with his back to the girl, his voice like a distant and ethereal dream.

"Yes, you are the witch of sleep." The girl nodded.

"Yeah." She answered softly, then stroked her hair and turned around. Her face was exactly the same woman that Loran Hill saw in the hotel that day.

"Flawless dreams, desperate nightmares, peaceful sleep, crazy thoughts, yes, I am the witch of dreams, Tehua." The witch's eyes were half closed, and her pupils slowly looked towards Loran Hill, as if spanning a long period of time.

"I know about Roland. I've learned about it from many people's dreams." She spoke slowly.

"I know your dreams, your desires... For the peace of the continent, the future of mankind, and the advancement of the world, you bear a lot."

"I will help you achieve some things, but you also have to promise me something."

"I'm not a selfless and great witch, I'm just a weak witch who wants to keep my own little dream." The witch's voice was like a whisper, soft and poetic.

"Then please tell me." Seeing that the witch already knew why he came, Loran Hill breathed a sigh of relief.

"Loran, come with me first."

After saying this, the witch grabbed the girl's wrist, then in the girl's surprised eyes, she lightly jumped off the top of the mountain and fell into the extremely deep valley.

The two witches were as small as rice grains in the snow-white frost and ice-blue ice in this huge valley. As they fell rapidly, ripples spread across the space of the valley.

Then, a magnificent blue came into the girl's eyes. It was a frozen lake, like a sapphire lake.

The vast lake surface appears like an extremely smooth glass, and below it, thousands of white bubbles are frozen as they rise, forming three-dimensional and magnificent sculptures.

After landing on the lake, Loran Hill stepped lightly on the hard ice, feeling the smooth and cold surface underneath, and a chill spread upward along the soles of his feet.

"It's going to be a little cold."

Tehua held Loranhill's hand and whispered to her, then she stood on one foot and gently rotated the other foot on the ice, outlining a flawless circle.

Then, the ice under the ring disappeared like an illusion, and Tehua continued to fall into it with Loranhill.

The bottom of the extremely deep frozen lake was surrounded by frozen ice. It was getting darker and darker below, approaching eternal darkness without light. As he walked through it, Loran Hill felt as if he had entered another isolated world.

It was as if a long time had passed, perhaps just a moment, or perhaps several years had passed, hazy and dreamy. When Loran Hill reacted, a bright light suddenly appeared in front of him, and then Tehua and she suddenly rushed out of the extremely deep tunnel and floated in the air.

Surrounding it was an extremely vast space, with cold rock walls and an ice dome. The top was like a stalactite, with transparent ice bars hanging down, dripping drops of water.

In the empty underground space, ice-blue lotus flowers bloom everywhere. Their petals emit bright and dark blue light as if they can breathe, illuminating the dark underground and making it look extremely magnificent.

"I planted a lot of flowers, but in the end, only these can carry my dreams." Tehua pulled Loran Hill and slowly descended.

"Unfortunately, I'm not very good at raising them, so I've searched many places and many people, and I've been destroyed several times. Keti's emotions are very unstable. I've thought about calming her down, but I can't do it because I'm a weak witch who can only dream."

She slowly explained some past events.

When the two finally landed underground and stood among the flowers, the witch raised her sleeves and waved gently, and the ice-blue lotus flowers underground also changed, and the color they emitted changed from gorgeous ice blue to enchanting firefly purple.

"Loran, do you think dreaming is a good thing or a bad thing?" The witch stood in the sea of ​​flowers and looked at Loran Hill quietly.

"It should be a good thing." Loran Hill had never thought about this issue deeply before.

"A magnificent dream, a colorful dream, a dream that makes people yearn for it."

"A turbid dream, a dream of weeping and wailing, a dream that makes people sad."

"The self that cannot be in reality, the past that cannot be reached, and the sorrow that has not yet come, all appear in dreams. People talk about these and wish each other a good dream."

"Unfortunately, most dreams will be forgotten, ignored, and unable to change reality, just like the hazy halo on a cake, which looks beautiful but disappears after it is blown out."

"I can make people have good dreams or bad nightmares, but that's all. The world won't change because of dreams."

"So, I thought, it would be nice if it was even a little bit useful, because I'm also a witch and I have my own obsessions."

"Even if it's a dream that's forgotten immediately upon waking, even if it can't interfere with reality, it can still bring about a small change, and that's good."

"In order to realize this idea, I began to look for possible paths or methods, but then I found that I was still too weak, so I began to explore another carrier that could bear my power, or perhaps the entity of dreams."

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