"The dream is nice, but... is this dream really real?" Jiang Yuan's gaze fell on Ning Chi, her thin lips parted slightly, and she asked in a cold voice.

Ning Chi's expression changed slightly, as if she hadn't expected Jiang Yuan to be surprised that she, who had been unintentional in the past, would worry about others, but rather to doubt the reality of the dream.

“Although this is a dream, it actually happened before, so how could it be fake?” Ning Chi stood with his hands behind his back, looked at Jiang Yuan, and answered confidently.

"This dream is one you created. As the master of this dream, wouldn't it be incredibly easy for you to alter it?" Jiang Yuan said coldly.

Ning Chi frowned, his originally gentle and refined appearance now appearing somewhat sinister and eerie, as resentment emanated from him and seeped into the bodies of the common people.

As their resentment grew, they became increasingly frenzied. Even after their hands and feet were cut off by the Imperial Guards, they stubbornly got up and charged forward.

Blood flowed like a river all around.

"How did you know?" Ning Chi asked after a while, seeing Jiang Yuan's certainty.

Jiang Yuan glanced coldly at Xiao Wu, who was protecting the young Ning Yuan while also keeping an eye on the crazed commoners in front of him.

Ning Chi followed her gaze, completely unaware of what Jiang Yuan was looking at.

How did she know?

Although some things in dreams are unreal, most of them are real.

Truth and falsehood are intertwined; truth can be falsehood, and falsehood can be truth.

Although Jiang Yuan's eyes were something to be wary of, this was a dream.

He can change anyone's fate.

If he wanted, all of Jiang Yuan's past experiences could be fabricated.

He believed that the dream was flawless, with no flaws whatsoever.

“I’m not that weak, and Ning Yuan isn’t that useless either,” Jiang Yuan replied calmly.

"Even if my cultivation was not deep in the past and I had not completed my training, I would not have been so weak that I needed to exert so much effort to deal with a puppet."

“Even if Ning Yuan is just a human emperor, he is not so weak that he needs to hide behind me and be protected by me.”

Jiang Yuan continued, answering Ning Chi's question.

No one knows her better than herself. When Xiao Wuji said "I am very strong" in the palace, it meant that she was not weak.

Otherwise, she would never have said that.

And Ning Yuan...

The fact that he could appear when she was in danger, disregarding the peril himself to enter the spirit of the lamp and confront the Ghost King head-on, means...

If there is danger, he will only protect her and will never hide behind her like a coward.

In Ning Chi's dream, Ning Yuan is now like a coward, completely different from his previous self and the person he was just now.

Having just raised his dagger, why would he be hiding behind Xiao Wu now?

Divided, very divided.

Of course, she was also grateful for his separation, which made her realize that this so-called 'tragic' dream was not necessarily real.

"The dream before was real, but what's in front of me... is fake."

"People often like to romanticize or fantasize about things that are beneficial to themselves, so I guess... in this ritual, your plan was ruined and exposed."

Jiang Yuan turned her head, her dark eyes reflecting Ning Chi's ugly face.

The wails and screams that had reached Jiang Yuan's ears turned into a mass of resentment as soon as she spoke, and the rotting corpses fell to the ground.

Surrounded by black mist, the Imperial Guards, Xiao Wu, and the young Ning Yuan below were all invaded by resentment, and they were like walking corpses.

He looked up and stared straight at Jiang Yuan.

"Looks like I guessed right, you're furious." Jiang Yuan smiled slightly.

Only someone who has been proven right and is furious would disdain continuing the act.