Shen Zhinan gripped the jade plate tightly in his hand, feeling the cool smoothness of the jade, trying to use it to calm his emotions.
But the breath between his mouth and nose remained uncontrollably excited and rushed, betraying his true feelings at the moment.
Shen Zhinan was both excited and nervous.
He wasn't foolish.
Even with just a little more wisdom, one could sense that regardless of whether it was true or not, the matters within were not worth scrutinizing,
The appearance of the white-robed person was just too coincidental, and they could directly appear in his dreams.
From another perspective, the recurring nightmares he had been having might very well be caused by this person.
They showed up at critical moments, causing him to feel deeply indebted and leading him to trust them implicitly.
Of course, Shen Zhinan's intuition told him that this possibility was minuscule.
Firstly, he was just a labourer barely able to afford food, albeit strong.
