If Tang Zelin didn't understand Grandpa Peng's temperament, he might have taken his words as idle chatter over tea and leftovers. But he knew all too well that the stubborn old man despised all things frivolous and superficial. Since the issue gave Grandpa Peng such trouble, even if it sounded a bit superstitious, Tang Zelin didn't think it was nonsense.
Where he served, next to vast forests rarefied with human presence, those ancient woods held many unsolved mysteries. Not every legend had an answer, otherwise, they wouldn't be called secrets.
Grandpa Peng said Xiaojun had come back to see him and had even issued a warning of imminent danger. It was difficult to say whether it was right or wrong. What he was more curious about was what catalyst could have caused all the village elders to dream of their deceased loved ones simultaneously?