Chen Ping'an was unable to shake the strange dream from his mind as he lay in bed.0

Previously, he had read a Confucian book in his dreams while traveling on Osmanthus Island. What about this time? What was the profound meaning behind this strange dream? Or perhaps it was nothing more than just a simple dream? Maybe he was overthinking things?0

Chen Ping'an sat up and climbed out of bed. Since he couldn't sleep, he decided to walk to the table to take inventory of his belongings.0

Jiu Niang had given him some confirmation in the morning. The Yao Clan's convoy to the capital would pass Fox Town tomorrow morning, so Chen Ping'an and his companions could meet them there to travel to Mirage City together. 0

Afterward, they could part ways at a renowned ferry station located outside the capital, and Chen Ping'an and his companions could continue north to Heavenly Palace Peak. Old General Yao had already arranged the necessary aliases for them, so they could continue to enjoy a smooth journey north even after parting ways.0

Chen Ping'an lit the oil lamp and placed his Sword Nurturing Gourd on the table. Fifteenth flew out, and Chen Ping'an took out his Dao robe, Golden Sweet Wine, with a slightly pained expression on his face. He was slightly pained about Golden Sweet Wine getting damaged, and he was even more pained about the coin that he needed to use to repair the Dao robe. 0

He had already used up all of his grain rain coins, and repairing this Dao robe wouldn't cost a lesser...0