novelraw Chapter 2393: If Things Always Stayed This Way, It Would Be Happiness
Chapter 2393: If Things Always Stayed This Way, It Would Be Happiness
Everyone looked at Floating Cloud with confused eyes, their expressions puzzled.
Isn’t it a bit much?
You’re taking on a disciple, it’s right to be serious, but saying it’s important to the entire Dragon Mountain, isn’t that a bit excessive?
You have already passed on the Dragon Mountain Cloud Dream Art to Carson Flores. If he comprehends and learns it, then it makes sense to say that. But if he doesn’t comprehend it, what makes him so important to Dragon Mountain?
Floating Cloud hesitated for a moment, ultimately not mentioning the matter of divination.
He wasn’t going to die tomorrow; mentioning it was just in passing. Moreover, Carson Flores had already joined the Dragon Mountain Sect, everything he deserved would naturally come.
Floating Cloud turned his head to look at the tent, his eyes full of anticipation.
Flowing Cloud asked, "Senior brother, do you think he can comprehend it?"
Floating Cloud shook his head, "How would I know?"
Flowing Cloud laughed, "How long did it take you to wake up back then?"
Floating Cloud answered, "Two days."
Flowing Cloud also turned to look at the tent, laughing lightly, "I wonder how long it will take for Carson Flores to wake up."
Floating Cloud replied softly, "The time it takes to wake up has no direct relation to comprehending the Dragon Mountain Cloud Dream Art. Being trapped in a dream could lead to a long, unending sleep. The more crucial aspect is how long he can persist in learning the Dragon Mountain Cloud Dream Art. The longer the persistence, the higher the probability of comprehension."
Floating Cloud turned his head, "This place is covered by a formation, so make sure no one disturbs him. Leave the rest to fate."
Loryn smiled, "Don’t worry, senior brother, the formation is already set up, and besides, with so many of us here, who would dare to come and cause trouble? That would be courting death."
Floating Cloud nodded slightly, his eyes looking towards the horizon, "Then let us have a hearty battle."
...
Carson Flores looked around, his eyes somewhat dazed.
Tall buildings, heavy traffic, car horns blaring incessantly, a constant flow of people on the sidewalk.
Is this the Mortal Realm?
Have I returned to the Mortal Realm?
No!
Let me think...
Wasn’t I already in the North Sea, apprenticed to Floating Cloud, getting the Dragon Mountain Cloud Dream Art in his camp?
Carson Flores suddenly became clear-headed, looking at the incredibly realistic scene before him, feeling quite baffled.
What is going on?
Shouldn’t something impressive like Dao patterns appear for comprehension? How come I’m dreaming of returning to the world I lived in?
Where should I go now?
While still confused, his phone suddenly rang.
He answered the call, and Shirley Miller’s familiar voice came through.
"Come home early, mom and dad are coming over for dinner tonight, you can’t be late."
Carson Flores asked dazedly, "Mom and dad?"
Shirley Miller’s tone was surprised, "Yeah, didn’t I tell you before? You forgot. Mom and dad just returned from out of town and are still not used to it here. We invited them to stay more often..."
Carson Flores frowned. Weren’t Shirley Miller’s parents dead?
Wasn’t my mother in the Barbarian Wilderness Realm, and my father’s body taken, already gone to the Ten Thousand Immortals Domain? Where did mom and dad come from?
He didn’t raise the question, just said, "Okay, I’ll come back right away."
The street scene naturally transformed, as if all this was just right, eventually stopping at the entrance of the complex where Shirley Miller lived.
Carson Flores walked all the way through the complex to that familiar house and pushed open the door.
The dining table was already filled with sumptuous dishes. Shirley Miller, in a dress, looked dignified and beautiful, graceful and elegant. Seeing him enter, she teased, "Where did you run off to? I had to call to remind you."
Carson Flores looked at the familiar environment in front of him, and his mind seemed to start becoming muddled, his consciousness beginning to change bit by bit.
He seemed to increasingly accept all of this, starting to forget certain real things in his mind.
His clear rationality was becoming chaotic with each familiar thing he encountered, his clear memories seemingly being erased bit by bit like with an eraser, disappearing.
The doorbell rang, and Shirley Miller immediately became a bit nervous, "Mom and dad are here."
Shirley Miller straightened her clothes and hair, then went to the door and opened it.
Carson Flores turned his head, looking at the young man and woman standing at the door.
Father Westin Flores, mother Lucy Frost.
Carson Flores looked at the two people at the door, clearly feeling confused first in his mind, but then feeling somewhat vague, not knowing what he was confused about.
Uncontrollable joy surged in his heart, Carson Flores walked to the door, calling emotionally, "Dad, mom..."
Westin Flores and Lucy Frost replied with smiles, looking at Carson Flores with eyes full of deep love.
"Dad, mom, come in quickly..."
Shirley Miller warmly invited the two inside, guiding them to sit on the sofa, and began to chat.
Carson Flores had a belly full of words he wanted to say, but he didn’t know what to say. He always felt like he should have many doubts, yet couldn’t recall what exactly those doubts were.
Everyone sat at the dining table, started eating, and even opened a bottle of white wine. Carson Flores and Westin Flores drank one glass after another.
During the feast, Carson Flores did not hear a single word said, but he drank glass after glass as if there was no end.
Carson Flores felt himself becoming more and more muddled, yet at the same time, a sense of happiness he had never felt before surged in his heart.
If they could always be together like this as a family, wouldn’t that be happiness too?