Du Wei tossed the black silk thread directly into the deep dream.
And the Everlasting Flower, trapped within, underwent a drastic change when it devoured the first thread.
It was as if it had scented blood, as numerous tentacles root in the dreamscape all trembled and the dreamy flowers rippled with circles of light.
This scene was too absurd, only possible in a dream.
Furthermore, its petals and pistils seemed to be dyed with ink, as small black spots spread out.
"It seems to be infected?"
Du Wei's brow furrowed as he once again looked toward the source of the black silk thread, the Antique Clock.
He found the Antique Clock, being dragged by the Everlasting Flower, struggling as it tried to escape its grasp.
"I'm surprised."
There was a dangerous light in Du Wei's eyes, and his tone was very odd, filled with confusion and uncertainty, yet also conviction and relief.
The Antique Clock was just too mysterious.