Kapitel 1171: The King's Vanguard

The Ancient Dream Saintess was as silent as a statue.

It was as if she had turned a deaf ear to Meng Chao's words.

However, the mask on her face, which was as smooth as a mirror, had a crack that was as thin as a strand of hair.

That meant her subconscious was beginning to waver.

She had developed a faint suspicion of everything that she had once believed in.

Meng Chao was greatly encouraged. He continued, "Are you aware of the problem? Since I can sneak into the depths of your brain and plant a false memory, why can't others?

"Even you, the ancient Dream Saintess, have often used dreams to spread your beliefs and instill your will into the soldiers of the Great Horn Army? "How can you be sure that what you saw in your dreams was really the revelation of the Rat God and not instilled by someone with ulterior motives?