This tea has no taste at all.
If Su Ziyu still had his strength, he could have fought Qing Ji head-on, but now his consciousness is merely attached to An Zhen's body. An Zhen is just a regular monk, unable to handle even a small finger of theirs.
If he can't fight, he can only use his wits.
However, Su Ziyu still doesn't know how to escape this True Dream Realm. There is only a faint clue, but he still needs to try to find out.
"An Zhen."
"You've been walking all day. Let me soak your feet for you." While Su Ziyu was lost in thought, Qing Ji entered carrying a wooden basin.
Inside was hot water, with a few petals floating on top.
