Chapter 1337: Like a Dream

The girl walked past Tianlong as if she hadn’t seen him at all and entered the kitchen. Soon after, a distant voice came from inside:

“Take a seat for a while. Xia is resting and will see you soon.”

Tianlong’s expression darkened. He had no idea what trick Bai Yang was playing.

He would never dream of something like this—so whose dream was this?

Bai Yang’s dream?

Just as Tianlong was lost in thought, Qi Xia’s figure emerged from the depths of the room. Step by step, he walked to the single-person dining table and sat down.

His expression was calm, and he didn’t look up at Tianlong the entire time. Only the exhaustion on his face confirmed for Tianlong that he hadn’t come to the wrong place.

“Sit.”

Qi Xia slightly raised his hand, and a chair made of flesh and blood rose from the ground, appearing abruptly behind Tianlong.

Seeing this, Tianlong confirmed his suspicion.

Somehow, Bai Yang had pulled him from one dream into another.

He hadn’t activated **Dreamwalking**—so how had he ended up in Bai Yang’s dream?

Since this was now Bai Yang’s domain, he couldn’t act recklessly. After all, the dream’s creator was an unshakable force within it.

He had once tried to kill Bai Yang in a dream, but even after both of them fought with everything they had, they were evenly matched.

Though their strength was comparable, Tianlong knew he had already exhausted too much of his **conviction** this time. If a fight broke out now, it would be disadvantageous for him.

Thinking this, Tianlong had no choice but to approach the flesh chair and sit down, slowly regaining his composure.

For Tianlong, as long as his **rationality** remained and his **conviction** was sufficient, no dream could trap him.

“Bai Yang… what are you scheming this time?”

Qi Xia reached for the water pitcher and a glass on the table, calmly pouring a cup and sliding it toward Tianlong.

Bathed in the light of the rising sun, he smiled faintly and asked:

“Care for a drink?”

Tianlong narrowed his eyes at the glass, knowing full well that this water could kill him right now.

“Cut to the chase,” Tianlong said. “Here, you can’t kill me, and I can’t kill you. After so many meetings… what’s the point?”

“No need to rush, Tianlong.” Qi Xia shook his head, his pale gray eyes fixed on him. “Take your time… we have plenty of it…”

At that moment, Tianlong noticed that Qi Xia bore identical wounds to Qinglong—his forehead, arms, knees, and chest were all bleeding.

“You know I don’t have much time,” Tianlong said. “Once I recover my **conviction**, you won’t be the one controlling this dream.”

“Is that so…?” A flicker of sadness crossed Qi Xia’s face before he replied, “Tianlong… you still don’t understand… I don’t control this dream, and neither do you.”

“Stop trying to shake my conviction,” Tianlong said coldly. “I’ve seen through your tricks. When it comes to **Dreamwalking**, I’m far more adept than you.”

“Hah…” Qi Xia chuckled and shook his head, then asked casually, “It’s still early. Would you like something to eat?”

“No need.” Anger crept into Tianlong’s voice. “Bai Yang, if you want to settle things here and now, I’ll oblige. Things have gone too far—I no longer expect you to come with me to the **New World**.”

At the mention of the **New World**, Qi Xia turned to look out the window.

“Settle things…” Qi Xia murmured, lost in thought. “What does that even mean?”

“Only one of us walks away alive,” Tianlong answered darkly. “You invaded my dream to disrupt my conviction, then dragged me into yours—all so we could settle this, didn’t you?”

“Tianlong…” Qi Xia poured himself a glass of water, took a sip, and said softly, “For me, it’s already settled.”

“Already?”

“Yes.” Qi Xia nodded solemnly. “The moment you stood here, everything was settled. I’ve fulfilled every promise I made—to everyone, including myself. I didn’t lie.”

Tianlong frowned. “And what promise did you make to yourself?”

“To return to a world where Yu Nian’an exists.”

Hearing this, Tianlong’s expression darkened once more. “Bai Yang… what kind of nonsense are you spouting? The streets are lined with flesh buildings, the sky is stained red, the rivers reek of blood—is *this* the world you’ve been chasing?”

“Yes.”

Tianlong was rendered speechless by Qi Xia’s answer.

A few seconds later, he pointed toward the kitchen. “Does *she* know this is a dream?”

Qi Xia stared at Tianlong for several seconds before replying, “Tianlong… *she* knows where this is. *You* don’t.”

“What…?” Tianlong clutched his chest. “Bai Yang… you’ve lost your mind…”

“No, Tianlong.” Qi Xia sighed deeply. “I’m not the one who’s lost it. I’m content with the life I have now. The only reason I brought you here was to see if we could coexist peacefully.”

“Even if *you’re* content, *I’m* still here.” Tianlong stood, his expression icy. “Two tigers cannot share one mountain. If you won’t let me leave, how can I let you live in peace?”

“Tianlong, you can’t go back,” Qi Xia said.

“Can’t… go back?”

“This is your final resting place.” Qi Xia gestured to the glass of water. “Drink this, and you’ll understand everything.”

Tianlong stared at the glass, his eyes gradually twisting with madness before he let out a low laugh. “To me, this is no different from you saying, ‘Go die.’”

“That’s not what I meant.” Qi Xia pushed the glass forward slightly. “Tianlong, there’s no reason for us to keep fighting.”

“*I* have a reason,” Tianlong said. “As the master of this dream, if you die, the dream collapses—and I escape.”

“This isn’t a dream.”

“Huh…?”

“This isn’t a dream,” Qi Xia repeated. “If you drink this water normally, that alone will prove I’m not lying.”

“You…”

“Like I said.” Qi Xia pointed toward the kitchen. “*She* knows where this is. *You* don’t.”

Tianlong slowly smiled. “Bai Yang… how many times have you deceived me? And now, at the final moment, you think such a transparent trick will kill me? If this isn’t a dream, then what *is* the flesh world outside?”

“I’m not lying,” Qi Xia said, shaking his head. “*You’re* the one who refuses to believe.”

“Whether this is a dream or not, I don’t need to drink this to find out.” Tianlong’s voice was firm. “I can prove it by killing you.”

“We’re both at our limits.” Qi Xia met his gaze. “One of us will die this time. Are you sure you want to fight?”

“I’m sure.” Tianlong’s voice was ice. “I can’t stand another second in your twisted dream.”

“Alright, then wait a moment.”

Qi Xia turned and walked into the kitchen, speaking to the girl in white: “An, I’m heading out. I’ll be back for dinner tonight.”

“Okay. Don’t overwork yourself—come home early.”

With that, Qi Xia returned as if nothing had happened and glanced at the water again. “Really not drinking?”

“Stop wasting time.”

“Then follow me.”

“Where?”

“Somewhere spacious—to kill you.”

Without another word, Qi Xia opened the door and walked out, not looking back. Tianlong’s expression darkened as he followed.

Fighting in Bai Yang’s dream would indeed drain his **conviction**, but at worst, he’d lose his rationality.

But Bai Yang?

If he died here, it would be for good.