Bai Yanliang opened his eyes and saw the familiar door of his room.
A weak yet gentle light filtered through the window, casting on his face. Bai Yanliang glanced at the time, ten past two in the afternoon.
It was exactly the same as the last two times, except this time, he did not return to Fog Gathering but came directly back to the real world.
Perhaps this was also a change caused by the recent mutation of Fog Gathering.
But now, Bai Yanliang didn't have the time to think about Fog Gathering. He immediately took out his phone and dialed a number.
An indescribable mood appeared in Bai Yanliang.
Unease, anxiety, expectancy?
Perhaps not so intense, but it did manifest, and Bai Yanliang genuinely felt it.
Regarding his own changes, Bai Yanliang wasn't sure if they were good or bad. In fact, ever since the first day he entered Fog Gathering, Bai Yanliang had vaguely felt his emotions gradually intensifying.
