Rode's heart was filled with questions, but he couldn't voice them.

The Colorful Dream and the Factory of Dreams were secrets of the dreamscape. Once spoken of in any form, they would cause greater disturbances.

Currently, the dreamscape couldn't afford more source feedback. The encounters in the Demon Wilderness were still fresh in their minds, and with their current strength, they couldn't withstand the invasion of those terrifying entities.

Of course, the King might know something about the existence of the dreamscape, at least understanding that Rode was extremely special. But this was a fact he had deduced through his wisdom, and he had cautiously never mentioned a word. Between them, there was always a strange tacit understanding. Rode knew the King's uniqueness, and the King knew Rode's.