These voices, like "demonic sounds piercing the ears," also like spring rain penetrating deeply, seeped into Dan Zhu, the young master's heart.
Naturally, it subconsciously triggered Dan Zhu's rejection and vigilance.
He suddenly opened his eyes, looked around, his pupils as emerald, flickering with a strange brilliance.
The night was deep, and there was nothing around.
Dan Zhu slowly sat up, frowning, the vague voice from his dream earlier still echoing in his mind:
"Tomorrow at 7:00 PM, Danyang Mountain, northwest fork, the guidance of the Divine Lord..."
"Dispel the confusion, become... the hope of the Danque Tribe..."
Dan Zhu pondered for a moment, then flicked the bell beside the table.
A clear sound rang out.
Outside the hut, the two Golden Core Elders on guard were startled, dropping their half-roasted meat, rushed into the hut, and saw Dan Zhu sitting in his clothes, urgently asked:
"Young master, what's wrong?"
