The solitary smoke rises straight in the vast desert, the long river reflects the round sunset.
Jiang Sha sees a dream symbolizing death in the form of that round moon, and the scene is a vast desert. At this time, the sun slants westward, and the round moon on the other side of the sky casts a faint glow.
Clear and cold.
Fan Wubing appeared in the desert without any warning, all around was yellow sand, and the sky was incredibly clear.
He looked around in all directions but couldn't find any color other than sandy yellow. He couldn't help but think,
"A dream is a fragmented feedback of self-consciousness... She said she has feigned death over three thousand times to comprehend the true essence of death in this dream. I don't know what she has gone through, maybe I can glean some insights from this dream."
Fan Wubing has always wanted to know what kind of person Jiang Sha is, but has never been able to see through her.
