In that instant, Shang Lin realized that the man in front of him must be the new director of the Underworld Office who had succeeded Situ Pojun.

But how could this person appear in my dream?! And the way they looked at me... it felt particularly strange, even complicated.

Had they met before? Or did they learn of his existence from somewhere? However, since the other party didn't speak, Shang Lin didn't intend to either, simply staring at him without ever looking away.

Of course, this was not Shang Lin's intention to provoke, but rather because it was still unknown whether the other party was friend or foe, and he could not put himself in a dangerous situation, especially since he had just escaped from a dangerous place.

However, after looking at Shang Lin for a while, the man suddenly raised his hand, with light flowing in his hand, as if something was about to attack him. Shang Lin's heart immediately trembled. No way, no way?

Having just escaped death, was he now going to risk his life again? Moreover, the aura emanating from this person was clearly stronger than that of Situ Pojun. Shang Lin's body trembled violently, and he suddenly woke up from his dream.

When he woke up, the sun was already high in the sky outside the window. Shang Lin subconsciously reached up to touch his forehead, which was covered in sweat. In the blink of an eye, he saw She Jinxing looking at him with a worried expression.

Feeling utterly exhausted, Shang Lin merely managed a slight smile, as if she lacked the strength even to laugh. Her voice was also a little hoarse as she asked, "When did you get back? Have you figured things out?"

She Jinxing first handed Shang Lin a tissue before saying, "They came back at seven in the morning. Those two people, no, those many people, had many unknown transactions with those exorcists. Now that they suddenly have no source of what they need, things are a bit chaotic for a while."

Shang Lin took the tissue and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "No wonder everyone in the Daoist group says that auctions are getting less and less interesting and have lost their original flavor. It turns out that they are just as perverted as those demon exorcists. There are quite a few cultivators who have mutated these days!"

"So what? Anyway, those exorcists have all been wiped out, they can't harm others or themselves anymore." Moreover, She Jinxing was more worried about Shang Lin than that. "Sect Master, what's wrong? The heating in the room isn't enough to make you sweat this much. Are you dreaming again?!"

After a while, Shang Lin sat up. "Yes, first find me a set of dry clothes to change into, and the sheets and blankets also need to be changed."

She Jinxing turned around and opened the cabinet to find clothes for Shang Lin, asking as she did so, "What did the sect leader dream about this time?"

Shang Lin spoke the truth, but She Jinxing was startled. "Sect Leader's dreams are getting more and more bizarre and dangerous. Is there any way to let us enter your dreams with you? Otherwise, it's too dangerous for Sect Leader to be alone. What if one day... he perishes in his dream again?"

Although She Jinxing really didn't want to say such unlucky things, such a strange and dangerous thing could happen at any time, and when it did happen, they, the servants, wouldn't be able to sense it, let alone protect the sect leader.

How long has their Yuntai Sect been established? What would happen to them, these outcasts, if something were to happen to their sect leader? She Jinxing didn't even dare to think about that scenario. It wasn't that he was cowardly, but rather that no one could replace the sect leader's importance.

Shang Lin couldn't help but smile bitterly. "If I had a way, I would have thought of one long ago. Why put myself in such a dangerous situation? But the strangest thing is that I actually dreamed about the new director of the Underworld Office!"

She Jinxing paused, "How can the sect leader be so sure that person is the director of the C City Underworld Office? Just because his aura is similar to Situ Pojun's?"

Shang Lin replied very honestly, "Can I say that's how I feel?"

"Hmm." She Jinxing didn't deny it. After all, intuition was a mysterious thing. Ordinary humans had an unusually sharp sense of things during a crisis, let alone them, who were different. However, "Even if that person was the new director, we, as the sect leader's servants, couldn't enter the sect leader's dream. How did a stranger like him get in?"

"I want to know too." Shang Lin took her dry clothes to the bathroom. "Let's eat first, I'm so hungry."

"good."

After Shang Lin finished washing up and changed into dry clothes, he felt a little better. When he sat down at the dining table to look at his phone, he realized that it was already past nine o'clock in the morning.

Shang Lin looked around and subconsciously asked, "Where's Xing Tian?"

"When I came back, he said he was too tired from finishing his homework and went back to the Dragon Spirit Tower to rest. He said he would call him whenever the sect leader wanted to give him extra lessons."

Shang Lin picked up his bowl and chopsticks and quickly started eating. He was really starving. He had only gone to sleep at 3 a.m., and he was still fighting "monsters" in his dreams. Who could stand that?

Compared to Shang Lin's good appetite, She Jinxing had little appetite at all, because he was really worried about their sect leader's safety. He even seriously searched his distant memories to see if there was any way to enter the dream with the sect leader at any time.

Unfortunately, after thinking and thinking until his head ached, She Jinxing still couldn't come up with a solution, because he had never seen or heard of such a method or technique before. Where could he find it?

After his hunger subsided, Shang Lin gradually slowed down his eating pace, only then noticing that She Jinxing seemed a little absent-minded. He couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Are you still thinking about what happened in my dream?"

She Jinxing shook his head slightly, "I was wondering if there was any good way to enter the dream with the sect leader at any time, but unfortunately there isn't."

Shang Lin smiled helplessly, "Of course not. Dreams are all kinds of strange and ever-changing. How can two people enter a dream together at any time? Alright, don't think about it. As long as I prepare all kinds of equipment, I won't be in any danger. But just smashing talismans won't work. I have to unseal the long sword. Having a weapon is always better than having no weapon."

"Will Changfeng comply?" She Jinxing asked with some concern. "Besides, Changfeng is a short sword, which might not be suitable for the sect leader. Perhaps I should use my natal sword..."

"Stop." Shang Lin hurriedly stopped him, "You know that's your natal sword, so how can I use it? A short sword is fine, it won't affect my performance. Besides, I don't dream all the time, it's alright, let's eat."

"Okay." But as She Jinxing ate, he started to drift off again, and said, "But I'm still wondering, how did that new director get into the sect leader's dream?"

Shang Lin shared the same doubt, yet it had truly happened! Then… “Is it possible that it wasn’t the new director who entered my dream, but rather I who entered his?”

She Jinxing, “…!”