Zhou Xuan gently tapped the gavel.
"Snap."
The man in the long robe shuddered, his right index and middle fingers slipped into Zhou Xuan's pocket and pinched a money pouch, then turned around, covering his act with his sleeve cuff as he walked in another direction.
The entire set of movements was like flowing clouds and water, clearly the work of a habitual offender.
But he was within the dream realm created by Zhou Xuan.
The man in the long robe, in fact, hadn't stolen anything—his right hand and middle finger had pinched only "empty air."
"Snap."
Right after the long robe man had "finished pinching the pouch," Zhou Xuan struck the gavel again, dissolving the dream realm.
Generating and dissolving dreams happened in just a couple of breaths.
"Indeed, no matter the era, there are always plenty of pickpockets at train stations."
Zhou Xuan didn't care much, but Lv Mingkun thought about giving chase.
"What he stole was my dream. Why chase after him?"
