"So, what exactly are you trying to say?" Yu Wenxuan stared intently at Bai Yanliang, with the torrential rain behind him.
Bai Yanliang raised his head, resembling Yu Wenxuan from just a moment ago, and gazed into the rain-soaked night sky, as if piercing through the thick clouds to see the future.
"Someone dreamt about the future, and to prevent it from unfolding as in her dream, I need assistance." Bai Yanliang's tone was flat, as if unaware of how startling his words were.
Yu Wenxuan's pupils dilated, his rational mind telling him that Bai Yanliang was talking nonsense.
But for some reason, the thought of breaking the rules of Fog Gathering made Yu Wenxuan's breathing quicken and his heart surge.
"If you're not joking, let me hear your plan."
Bai Yanliang turned his head and saw Yu Wenxuan smiling broadly.
"As you wish."
