The weight on his chest made Xu Qing a bit dazed.
Why did the big axe thrown by the preacher in the dream suddenly turn into a cat's head?
Xu Qing reached out, wanting to hold Xuan Yu's armpits to lift it up, but before he could stretch his hand, Xuan Yu lightly jumped onto the edge of the coffin.
"You've been asleep for a long time."
"How long?"
"The rooster has crowed twice."
"Two days then..." Xu Qing remained in a half-dream, half-awake state in the dream, able to sense the changes outside, including the cries of the Golden Simurgh echoing through the mountains and clouds.
However, due to the dream, this sensation produced an unreal filter, like soaking in a hot water tub during winter, with the hazy steam isolating all visuals, while sounds from the outside could still be heard.
"Is the Profound Jade Immortal Family acting as my Protector?" Xu Qing asked curiously.
The black cat sat on the edge of the coffin, its tail swinging unconsciously.
"I thought you were dead."