The Centaurs' Small World.
"Chief, I'll begin Source Tracing in a little while. There's something I need to tell you." The Centaur Da Zhang walked up to the chief and removed his straw rain cape, revealing a youthful face.
Da Zhang was a promising young man among the Centaurs, with potential no less than that of the Clan Leader's son. But because he had no desire to contend with anyone, he had voluntarily withdrawn from the competition for the position of Clan Leader, and so had lived a perfectly good life ever since.
Today, however, he was unlikely to wake up safely. He had already performed Synesthesia once before, experiencing an extremely dangerous dream-an utterly vicious curse.
To trace the curse to its source, he would have to endure its power himself, then perform Synesthesia in reverse within the dream.
In other words, if he spent too long using Synesthesia while tracing the source backward, his body might fall completely under the vicious curse.
If he found the caster quickly, he was confident he could escape the curse and repair the damage to his mind through recuperation afterward.
In short, tracking down the true culprit behind the curse was an undertaking that would exact a heavy toll on him. Whether he could uncover the enemy's true face would depend on how the pursuit went.
"What is it?" The Centaur chief's face was stern, his expression solemn with respect.
The chief could already sense that this journey would probably end badly.
He could not help wondering whether it was worth risking the loss of a capable subordinate to track down the true culprit.
But when he thought of his son, who had died with grievances unresolved, the furious crowd, and the danger facing this territory, he felt it was worthwhile.
He