Bai Zhongqi held the Crimson Gemstone owned by the Silver Feather Army in his hand, repeatedly feeling its surface, but unlike last time, there was no interface resembling a game's prompt. His own bizarre dream still had no explanation, and the shadow of betrayal and his fall from the high tower remained unsolved. Bai Zhongqi worried that in the days to come, everyone he saw would seem like a traitor, leading him to make an even more regrettable mistake.
"Maybe this dream isn't accurate, or my speculation doesn't match reality," Bai Zhongqi comforted himself.
He had been somewhat on edge these past few days, even considering, at one point, seeking out a dream-interpreting master to look into it, although he understood such things were unreliable. Even if he were to find a master, it was likely to be someone like Wang Lin.