"Ah!"
The dream suddenly shattered, and Zhao Xing's Life Soul felt a jolt, after which he awoke from the dream.
"Meow!" Feeling its master's palpitations, the Mountain Cat suddenly arched its body, its fur bristled as if facing a matter of life and death.
"Mr. Zhao, what's wrong with you?" Shen Zhui was startled because Zhao Xing's complexion was terribly pale, devoid of any color, and his breath had weakened significantly.
"A nightmare," Zhao Xing smiled as he wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, "Maybe I've been too tired these past few days."
"A nightmare?" Shen Zhui was puzzled. What kind of nightmare would elicit such a big reaction?
"I dreamt that my father was unwell," Zhao Xing said, "Brother Shen, I'm worried about my family, let's not bother with Huang Silang anymore. We'll just instruct the village head and head back to the city first."
