Qin Yan nodded, about to say something when suddenly Dream Butterfly stopped in her tracks, lifted her face to gaze at the starry sky. Her expression was calm and serene, with an unusual gleam in her eyes. Seeing her peculiar demeanor, Qin Yan also halted and asked, "What's wrong?"

Just then, a very blurred voice was heard: "I'm sorry, can you let me be quiet for a moment?"

The voice was strange because it didn't sound like a normal voice but more like a consciousness directly entering Qin Yan's mind.

"Who's speaking?" Qin Yan was startled by the strange voice and quickly looked around, but there was only him and Dream Butterfly present, no one else.

"Did you hear that just now, Dream Butterfly?" Qin Yan asked, but Dream Butterfly remained in the same position, gazing up at the starry sky.

"What are you looking at? Why aren't you talking?" Qin Yan inquired, puzzled. At that moment, the very blurred voice echoed in his mind again: "I heard it, those were my words."

Qin Yan felt a chill run down his spine. He thought he was seeing things and looked panicked, saying, "Something's not right. We shouldn't stay here."

Dream Butterfly chuckled and looked at Qin Yan, saying, "What's wrong, silly? The words you heard just now were mine."

"Huh?" Qin Yan was stunned. "But... that's impossible. You didn't even move your mouth earlier."

A flash of light appeared in Dream Butterfly's eyes, causing a moment of confusion in Qin Yan's mind. He felt something enter his brain, and the blurry voice echoed in his mind again: "How will you believe it then?"

Terrified, Qin Yan took a big step back. He thought that Dream Butterfly's earlier words might be true and said, "Write something on the ground, then use the same method to tell me. If it's correct, I'll believe it."

Dream Butterfly smiled slightly, picked up a dry twig, and began writing on the ground. Qin Yan turned away, not looking at her writing. After a while, the blurry voice echoed in his mind again: "It's done. I wrote your name."

Qin Yan turned around and indeed saw the words "Qin Yan" written on the ground by Dream Butterfly with a twig. Now, Qin Yan couldn't help but believe. He looked astonished and said, "How did you do that?"

"It's a method of using mental power to convey sounds or images through thoughts."

"That's amazing. Can you teach me?" Qin Yan was truly shocked.

"Training mental power depends a lot on talent. Unlike body refining and magic, where progress can be made through hard work, mental power is different. Not everyone is suitable for cultivating this ability," Dream Butterfly explained apologetically.

"Wow, that's incredible. Only you can train in this ability."

"It's nothing," Dream Butterfly said lightly. "Sorry, can you be quiet for a while and stay a bit away from me, but not too far. I might stumble later, so could you keep an eye on me?"

Though Qin Yan didn't understand why Dream Butterfly made this request, he agreed and followed her instructions. He moved to the side, standing about five to six meters away from Dream Butterfly, quietly watching her.

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Dream Butterfly stood motionless, gazing up at the starry sky with a calm and serene expression. She appeared like a sacred statue, bathed in the silver moonlight that cast a faint silvery-gray hue over her. Qin Yan, observing this scene, suddenly felt a strange sensation as if a hazy white mist enveloped Dream Butterfly, making it difficult for him to see her clearly.

As time passed, this peculiar sensation grew stronger in Qin Yan's mind. He felt as though Dream Butterfly had merged with the world, and he no longer saw her as an individual but as an embodiment of the world itself. Through Dream Butterfly's body, Qin Yan saw the true face of the world, something transcendent beyond earthly matters, surpassing time, and indescribable in words.

Immersed in this wondrous feeling, Qin Yan completely forgot about the passage of time. It felt like hundreds of years had passed, yet also like just a moment. Although his eyes were open, it was as if he was asleep, filled with indescribable and fantastical visions. The experience was so enchanting that he found it hard to resist, wishing to remain in that state forever, even if it meant never waking up.

Suddenly, Dream Butterfly let out a soft hum. In that moment, the strange feeling in Qin Yan's heart vanished, and he snapped back to reality from the inexplicable sensation.

He saw Dream Butterfly's body sway in place, slowly tipping backward. Qin Yan quickly stepped forward, wrapping his arm around her waist to prevent her from falling.

"I'm very tired. Could you help me back? Thank you," Dream Butterfly whispered almost inaudibly. Earlier, she had been spirited, but now she appeared weary, as if she hadn't slept for days.

Qin Yan nodded and supported Dream Butterfly as they walked towards the dormitory building. The dreamlike feeling he experienced earlier had vanished like smoke, leaving behind a faint sense of illusion and confusion.

"Can you tell me what you were doing just now, Dream Butterfly?" Qin Yan couldn't help but ask. The sensation he felt earlier was too extraordinary, something he might not experience in his lifetime.

"It's a bit hard to explain. You can think of it as me reading the language of the stars." Perhaps due to exhaustion, Dream Butterfly leaned her soft body against Qin Yan, using his sturdy and broad shoulder as a pillow.

Although the beautiful woman was in his arms, Qin Yan strangely didn't feel any desires between man and woman. He asked, "The language of the stars? Do stars really speak?"

Dream Butterfly softly replied, "Do you know, what we see as stars now is not the current starry sky? It's from a long time ago, hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years in the past."

Having some knowledge from his studies, Qin Yan understood this concept. He knew that starlight takes an extremely long time to reach Earth, so what people see as stars now is actually light from stars in the distant past, hundreds of years ago.

Dream Butterfly continued, "The connections between all things in the world are not just material but also non-material, established directly on the basis of cause and effect."

"What does this mean? I'm not as clever as you, can you explain it to me?" Qin Yan asked.

After thinking for a moment, Dream Butterfly replied, "Let me give you an example. Imagine one day you look at someone from behind, and at that moment, they turn around to look at you. If you hadn't looked at that person, would the same thing have happened?"

Qin Yan pondered for a moment and said, "So, you mean to say that when I see someone, even if we don't have any direct contact, I still have an impact on them?"

"Yes, this impact may be extremely subtle, imperceptible to human senses, but it exists in reality," explained Dream Butterfly.

Qin Yan nodded thoughtfully and said, "But how does this relate to the language of the stars?"

Dream Butterfly responded, "When we look up at the stars, we are actually looking into the past. When I observe something, it may have a very subtle, imperceptible impact on it. Similarly, when I influence this thing, I am also influenced by it in return. So, when I observe the starry sky from the past, it can also have an impact on what is happening to us now."

"Uh... it feels quite mystical," Qin Yan felt like his brain wasn't sufficient to grasp it all.

"Just now, I was trying to use mental power to interpret this influence, but it is too profound. I exhausted all my strength and could only understand a tiny fraction of it," Dream Butterfly explained.

Upon hearing this, Qin Yan sincerely admired Dream Butterfly. He never expected this delicate woman to speak such profound and mysterious words, surpassing his imagination. It wasn't until now that Qin Yan understood why Gao Zhanxiang had praised Dream Butterfly so highly.