These voices were like "demonic sounds drilling into his ears," yet also like spring rain borne on a gentle breeze, seeping into Young Master Danzhu's heart.
Naturally, they also instinctively aroused Danzhu's rejection and wariness.
He suddenly opened his eyes and looked around. His jade-like pupils gleamed with an unusual light.
The night was deep and dark. There was nothing around him.
Danzhu slowly sat up, his brows tightly furrowed. The vague voice from his dream still seemed to echo in his mind:
"Tomorrow at the hour of the Dog, Danyang Mountain, the northwestern fork... the God Lord's guidance..."
"Dispel confusion and become... the hope of the Danque Tribe..."
Danzhu pondered for a moment, then flicked the bell beside the table.
A crisp chime rang out.
Outside the cottage, the two Golden Core Elders serving as guards were startled at once. Throwing aside the half-roasted meat, they hurried into the cottage. Seeing Danzhu sitting there fully clothed, they anxiously asked:
"Young Master, what is it?"
Danzhu's emerald eyes rested on his two attendants. He had just been about to tell them the cryptic words he had heard in his dream.
But the words reached his lips and stopped. After a silent moment, Danzhu asked, "Did you sense anything unusual outside?"
The two guard Elders exchanged a glance, then both shook their heads.
The burly Elder vowed solemnly, "Young Master, rest assured. With us standing guard outside, not even a mosquito could fly in."
Danzhu nodded.
He still trusted these two Elders, who had served as his guards since childhood.
"Young Master... did something happen?" the other guard Elder asked worriedly.
After hesitating for a moment, Danzhu ultimately shook his head. "Nothing. Perhaps I have been thinking too much. I had some dreams tonight, and they left me uneasy."
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