Good Omen? Bad Omen?

“I hate wall dumplings!”

Baek Cheong shot awake and sat up in bed.

Her breathing was ragged, and her entire body was clammy.

The moment she woke, the memory of her dream quickly grew hazy.

All she could recall was someone trying to force her to cultivate and one completely unexpected wall dumpling.

‘...What kind of dream was that?’

Even she couldn't understand why she had woken up shouting about wall dumplings.

If she had been a mortal, a nightmare like that would probably have left her with a splitting headache all day.

Yet a cultivator's body was not so easily affected by such things.

Whether she had suffered a nightmare or not, her body felt refreshed and her mind was perfectly clear...