697: Fighting Chao Li (11) [Please vote for the monthly ticket]

"The Hundred Schools of Thought?"

Naturally, everyone present was familiar with the term.

They just didn't know what their lord's dream had to do with the Hundred Schools of Thought, or why she'd said it was a good thing.

They all looked at Shen Tang in unison, waiting for her to explain.

Shen Tang seemed quite pleased with their cooperation. She'd meant to clear her throat with a fake cough, but instead burped in front of everyone. The mortification made her want to crawl into a crack in the ground. Fortunately, she'd been thick-skinned from birth, so her embarrassment didn't show.

"Wangchao, do you remember the last time I fell unconscious? Back then, I said I'd had a dream that my Literary Palace looked like the Mountain Sea Sacred Land. I had another similar dream this time, only it was much longer and clearer than the one before."

To get straight to the point and draw everyone's attention away from her recent humiliation, Shen Tang abandoned her usual habit of rambling. Before losing consciousness, she'd been making impassioned declarations to Ning Yan, when her body had suddenly forced itself to shut down.

When she regained consciousness, she found herself in free fall. The indistinct images that had once flashed past her were now much clearer. She looked closely and saw that the fragments stretched across time, from crisscrossing country lanes and the sounds of chickens and dogs to forests of steel and concrete. There were ancient battlefields, as well as ruins left behind by modern artillery.

Based on her previous experience, Shen Tang knew this fall wouldn't end anytime soon. Bored, she tried reaching out to touch the images. When her fingers passed through them, ripples spread slowly and evenly across their surfaces.

Strange memories flashed through her mind.

She'd