Soothed by the Ancient Dream Saintess, Meng Chao slipped into a relaxed state between sleep and wakefulness, no longer struggling or howling.
The Ancient Dream Saintess, however, seemed not to take his mention of the "Stone Wall Runes" to heart. After instructing the witch doctors to take meticulous care of warriors like Meng Chao, she moved on to the next severely wounded soldier.
Behind her, however, a faint smile curled at the corners of Meng Chao's lips.
He knew that the Ancient Dream Saintess had taken the bait.
She would definitely find every possible way to slip into his dreams and uncover the secrets of the "Stone Wall Runes."
Then, within his own dreamscape, free from all interference and holding home-field advantage, Meng Chao could have a proper talk with the Ancient Dream Saintess.
That was right. His own dreams were the safest place Meng Chao could think of for communication.
Only in a dream could he ensure that there would be no ears behind the wall, no ambitious schemers hiding behind the Ancient Dream Saintess and spying on the contents of their conversation.
Even if the other side could invade Meng Chao's brain domain through the Ancient Dream Saintess's mind, the layer between them gave Meng Chao confidence that he could erect an Absolute Defense, impregnable as a fortress of gold, within his own brain domain—and perhaps even let the strange force daring to invade him taste the bitterness of trying to steal a chicken only to lose the rice used to lure it.
Of course, he could not allow the Ancient Dream Saintess to seize control of the dream.
In those bizarre dreams from before, whether it was the Great Horned Rat God standing lofty above the clouds, radiating majestic light too dazzling to behold—
Or the countless