Not far from Lu Shuihan’s dream was Bai Yuru’s, so Qi Xuansu decided to stop by.0

Her dream setting was a vast, endless grassland. A man and a woman were riding on the same horse, galloping across the open plains.0

At first glance, nothing seemed out of place. But upon closer inspection, their postures were rather strange. It was not the usual position of a man holding a woman from behind. Instead, the pair were facing each other, locked in an embrace, their bodies rising and falling with the galloping horse. Bai Yuru’s face was flushed, and her breathing came in soft pants.1

Qi Xuansu was taken aback, marveling at how these highborn elites even managed to make their dreams of intimacy so bizarre.0

The horse galloped toward a lush, verdant meadow, where the couple tumbled off and began intertwining in all sorts of positions.0

That was when Qi Xuansu noticed something odd. The man’s face remained completely blurred—not just to him; it was likely that the dream owner did not picture a particular face.0

Was this what they meant by erotic dreams left no traces? If a Diviner with ill intentions saw this, he could have easily replaced that faceless man, turning the dream into...0