Wang Muyu had been dutiful these days, obeying all orders. All he had wanted was to see Wang Ling and Lotus Sun as soon as possible, but as the days passed, he hadn’t expected to be stood up again in the end.
He wasn’t an insensible child, and immediately knew that Wang Ling and Lotus Sun were probably in some kind of trouble.
Recalling his extremely realistic dream a few days ago, his seven-colored dragon heart instantly hung in the air.
The Dragon Clan’s prophetic dream might not be as accurate as Wang Ling’s, but the probability of it hitting the target wasn’t low either. He dreamed of someone stabbing Wang Ling in the back.
The white knife went in, the red knife came out, and directly pierced Wang Ling’s heart from behind. Then, it spun in a strange spiral around his chest.
Wang Muyu woke up from this nightmare with sweat all over his face. He knew very well that this was a prophecy, a sign that Wang Ling was about to be assassinated.