"Your Grace, you're awake."
Inside the cabin, the personal guards keeping watch beside Yang Jian immediately stepped closer to check on him.
Yang Jian suppressed his confusion. "Did I fall asleep just now?"
"You did," the lead guard said. "We've won battle after battle these past few days, and you've personally commanded every one without resting. You must have been exhausted. You fell asleep sitting up, and we didn't dare disturb you."
Yang Jian nodded and said no more. What he had seen and heard in the dream still filled his mind, and his confusion and unease rose again.
After all, everything he had just witnessed had seemed like a dream, yet even awake, he could still feel its heart-shaking force!
The dream seemed both real and illusory. His Majesty's divine might was unmatched; with him in command, those petty schemers would never dare harbor other intentions. But there was someone else, clearly his enemy, whose arrogance knew no bounds and whose power surpassed even His Majesty's. He seemed connected to Southern Chen. He was terrifying beyond measure. If such a person truly existed, I must never make an enemy of him...
Though a duke of the Zhou Kingdom, Yang Jian generally kept to himself and conducted himself much like a worthy scholar. He would neither overstep his bounds nor let those close to him entertain, much less voice, such thoughts. And though he knew there were cultivators beyond the mundane world, he had never gone out of his way to learn about cultivation. His knowledge was shallow. Faced with what he had seen, his thoughts surged through one conjecture after another.
"Your Grace, Commander Liu came to see you once while you were asleep. We don't know what it was about."
Yang Jian's expression changed. He was about to