Chapter 180: The Power of Eternal Sleepers

A torrential downpour, lightning flashed and thunder roared. The cold winds from the northern frigid zone carried equally freezing rainwater to splash on the spire of the castle. On this day, the Kant territory's most respected, oldest people coincidentally had the same dream. They dreamed that time seemed to rewind back to 30 years ago, back to that similarly stormy night —— their young, strong, impartial, and benevolent feudal lord was driving a carriage, rushing back to town. And not too far ahead was the Kant castle's tall and stately outer walls and towers. Everything was cloaked in the night and fog stirred up by the rain. The carriage raced down the endless road, like a dream that one couldn't wake up from.