Falling into the Endless Dream

Zhan Sheng's eyes fluttered open, and he found himself in the midst of a bustling marketplace, seemingly unchanged from his own world. Yet, a subtle unease whispered through the air, tugging at his senses. He stood on shaky legs, his body not used to the red miasma that seemed to permeate the air. He stumbled forward, his gaze catching on a mirror nearby. What is this? He touched his face, realizing he looked exactly the same as before but this time his ears were more pointed, his fangs elongated, and his unruly hair tumbling down his back and he was ten years younger.

Huh. Odd.

"Ren Ling—" a man staggered over to him that looked suspiciously like Mao Xia. "Where did you go? They're about to start."