Chapter 283 (2/2)

After much planning, Sheng City started to merge the towns with itself, each named a different district while the areas on top of the Holy Mountain was called the Inner City.

The story of how all this started was an interesting one…

That day, Ye Lang was so tired he slept seven days and seven nights in a tent...

Yeah, seven days and seven nights. No more no less, exactly seven days.

The treatment of the epidemic was almost completed by the third day. On the fourth day, someone felt like his tent was a little too chilly for him, so they built a simple hut for him where his tent was.

These people were, of course, experts in construction and had the help of a few alchemists. Although they were only amateurs incomparable to the national experts, they were still able to build a house without waking Ye Lang.

Soon after, the two thousand people who initially arrived with Ye Lang all started to build houses nearby. Ye Lang had bought a lot of materials and they needed a place to live anyway.

More people started to follow, and the situation sank into chaos. Fortunately, Alvin managed to keep the situation under control although they didn’t plan for this at all. They didn’t want to cause problems with Sheng City so it was their responsibility to be considerate neighbours.

Ye Lang was surprised to find himself in a house after spending seven days asleep. He thought it was strange. Did he sleepwalk? That should be possible, he’d spent the past few days with the girl in his dreams, the one who couldn’t stop talking to him. He shouldn’t have been sleepwalking.

Speaking of the girl, she had grown more and more clingy. She had panicked when Ye Lang hadn’t slept much for days because she wanted to ask about the current condition but was too afraid of him having to wake up suddenly in the middle of their conversation.

Ye Lang didn’t pay much attention to her. However, he did think it was weird that the girl would always appear in his dreams. She was there all the time as if she lived in his dreams.

Every time they met, Ye Lang never had to wait for her. She was always the one waiting.

Ye Lang had asked her about this, but her answer was…

Our connection broke.

The connection between dreams, perhaps? Ye Lang was sure that the answer had to do with the girl’s identity so he never asked anymore.

Ye Lang soon forgot about the questions he had. A dream like this was peculiar enough, he soon got used to the girl anyway.

He also wondered if it could just be a dream, something from his imagination.

Then again, if it wasn’t just a dream, what was it? It was inexplicable, not with science, not with alchemy or magic...