Zhao De touched his face, then closed his eyes and pondered for a moment before asking:
"Why did you call me Master?"
"Um... my sworn brother sent me."
Yang Ling said.
He could understand the other man's reaction.
Even if Zhao De had experienced that dream as well, his current identity was Zhao, Seal Holder of the Cicada-Holding Directorate in Jia-One City, not Zhao De.
If Yang Ling had encountered something like this himself, he would have been equally shocked.
Zhao De fell silent for a while. Instead of answering Yang Ling directly, he asked:
"Who is your sworn brother?"
"Ji Tianming."
Yang Ling said.
"How strange..."
Zhao De looked Yang Ling up and down, a slight frown on his face.
"Do you know who I am?"
Yang Ling glanced around and said cautiously:
"Can I say that? Walls have ears."
"Speak."
Zhao De said coldly.
"Master Zhao De."
Yang Ling said.
Zhao De: "How many other masters do you have?"
"Two. Master Yun and the White Bone Master."
"..."
Zhao De thought for a while, pacing back and forth across the room. He kept walking for a full quarter of an hour, clearly lost in thought.
"I should have long since stopped dreaming, yet on that particular day, I had a dream."
"That dream was very strange. I dreamed of someone I had never seen before."
Zhao De halted and stared at Yang Ling with piercing eyes.
"That person was you."
Yang Ling gave an awkward smile. "My sworn brother had the same dream."
"When was the last time you and I met in that dream?"
Zhao De suddenly asked again.
"In A-9 City, when I had just advanced to Fourth Grade."
Yang Ling said.
Zhao De stared at Yang Ling for a long while before nodding.
"How is