In the aftermath of the celestial showdown, as the echoes of clashing steel faded away, Danwu and Kuan found a moment of respite. They retreated to a quiet corner of the arena, where the air still buzzed with the remnants of their epic duel.
Kuan, ever the inquisitive companion, turned to Danwu with a curious gleam in his eyes. "Danwu," he began, "that display of swordsmanship was beyond extraordinary. Have you honed your skills in some ancient, otherworldly dojo?"
Danwu, with a hint of a knowing smile, replied, "No, my friend. What you witnessed today was merely a fraction of what I envisioned last night."
Kuan's brows furrowed in confusion. "You mean, you dreamt of this battle?"
"Indeed," Danwu affirmed. "In the realms of dreams, I found myself immersed in a celestial arena, facing the Godly Sword Man. Every move, every strike—I rehearsed it in the realm of dreams."
Kuan's eyes widened in astonishment. "A premonition of your future battles?"
Danwu chuckled. "Perhaps, or perhaps it was a manifestation of the aspirations that reside within. Dreams, my friend, have a way of revealing the depths of one's desires."
As they continued their conversation, the surreal nature of the dream-turned-reality lingered in the air. Danwu's words painted a vivid picture of a world where the lines between dreams and waking life blurred, leaving Kuan to ponder the mysteries woven into the grand tapestry of their journey.
ns 172.69.58.118da2