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Chapter 4388: 5.0140 Entering the Dream 1

Sikong Fuling decisively shook her head, "Of course not."

Peach Blossom Immortal Venerable and Mu Xingchen both looked sideways at Mo Lian by the bed. This matter still had to be decided by Mo Lian.

Whether or not to let this Sikong Fuling interfere with Qiaoqiao's situation.

What was the success rate of this "entering a dream within a dream" that Sikong Fuling spoke of?

And was it truly as she claimed, completely harmless to Qiaoqiao's spiritual consciousness? No one could be certain.

Sikong Fuling didn't force them. She merely glanced at Mo Lian and said flatly, "You'd best make a decision soon. In her current state, if she can't be pulled out in time, it will indeed cause damage to her spiritual consciousness."

"In particularly severe cases, she might never come out after entering the dream."

Peach Blossom Immortal Venerable glared at her. Sikong Fuling silently closed her mouth and turned to walk out. "I'm not exaggerating."

"It's not impossible to let you act," Mo Lian's somber voice resonated softly.

"But I will personally enter the dream to bring her out."

"What?" Sikong Fuling's expression grew more serious. "This is very dangerous. If your spiritual consciousness leaves your body and enters her dream, and something goes wrong, there's no way to recover. You need to think this through carefully."

Mo Lian stood up and faced her, his gaze cold as he swept it over her. "Are you strongly opposing my entry into the dream because you wish to seize the opportunity to observe something?"

Sikong Fuling's face darkened. She turned to look at Ding Yun beside her.

Ding Yun, however, smiled and said, "Good."

Sikong Fuling couldn't help but snort, pouting with a disdainful attitude.

Peach Blossom Immortal Venerable turned his eyes to her. "So many excuses, could Mo Lian have guessed it right?"

Sikong Fuling glared at the latter.

Mu Xingchen, seeing the tense atmosphere, quickly smiled to smooth things over. "Miss Sikong, with Crown Prince Mo's assistance, I believe you can pull Qiaoqiao out of her dream even faster."

"Let's try," Sikong Fuling said, holding a pitch-black Nightmare Demon Flute, her gaze cool as she swept over them. "But let's be clear beforehand."

"Once His Royal Highness enters the dream, he must follow my instructions."

"Otherwise, if anything goes wrong, whether it harms you or Qiao Mu, I cannot bear the responsibility." Her tone was sarcastic, but Mo Lian didn't pay much attention to her.

He simply looked at Qiao Mu on the bed, holding her hand, and nodded nonchalantly. "Alright."

Sikong Fuling turned her head and exchanged glances with Cult Master Ding.

The latter's lips curved into a wicked smile. He tilted his head slightly and said softly, "Since it's decided, then... let's go prepare first."

Peony Immortal leaned against the door, turning her head to look at the retreating figures of the two siblings. She raised an eyebrow slightly, asking with a half-smile, "Can these two be trusted?"

Little Taisui rolled his eyes. "I don't think they can be trusted either."

Mu Xingchen looked at them, then sighed lightly. "But what that Miss Sikong said wasn't entirely unreasonable."

"Entering a dream is entering a dream; what else needs to be prepared? It really seems like they're stalling for time!" Little Taisui snorted, his small hand slightly sweeping as he glanced at the silent Mo Lian. "Hey, what's your plan? Just say it. If you don't, how are we supposed to cooperate later?"

Peony Immortal smiled, raising a hand to pat Little Taisui's shoulder, which earned her an angry glare from him.

Mo Lian picked up his wife, took a step outside, and lightly dropped a sentence, "Thank you, I do need your help."