Listening to Pei Yan's somewhat sarcastic words and watching him continuously poke his disciple's head with his fingers, the middle-aged man spoke again: "Stop probing, they can't see you!"
Pei Yan retreated, shrugged, and asked: "So, only you can see me, then where is this place! Am I dreaming?"
"A dream, consider it a dream! As for where this place is, just treat it as a hide-and-seek game with an old friend." After speaking, the middle-aged man lazily pointed at the empty space in front of Pei Yan: "Sit down, I don't like talking to people while looking up."
"You tell me to sit, and I'll sit! Are you Japanese? You speak Chinese quite fluently!" Pei Yan dismissively glanced at the man on the soft couch, paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, examining the surrounding scenery.