Luo Binghe does not recognize this man's consciousness at all. His face, seen through his own mind, brings just a trace of recognition. The library. Heated words exchanged over that book. Luo Binghe can't even remember what the man said to offend him. He was likely easy to offend in his agitation.

Without touching the man's dreams, Luo Binghe peers into his memories to observe the incident from the opposite point of view. Yes—this man's impression of Luo Binghe is unflattering. Luo Binghe can admit that he was in a poor temper, and spoke thoughtlessly, but there was no reason for the man to condescend to him and assume the worst. Vexed, he recedes from the memory and insinuates himself into the man's natural dreams to observe his subconscious.

The results surprise him. War; dark magic; power; wealth; corruption. It is intriguing, but incoherent. Luo Binghe pushes the dream backward, pulling the man out of his music room and back to the palatial hall, where the crowd of people that frightened him waits. He is curious to see what will happen.