...
It was midnight.
The bustling Chouyun Pass quieted down, with only the occasional sound of magical battles, as if cultivators from the Ruins Country and Qi Kingdom had a conflict.
Inside the inn, it was quiet and peaceful.
Qing Jun and Jin'er, having been busy the whole day, were already sound asleep.
Qing Jun slept as dominantly as ever, half of his body pressing on Jin'er, occasionally smacking his lips and muttering dream words like "roast chicken" and "beat the bad guys."
Jin'er frowned in distress, seemingly having a nightmare.
As for Zhiwei, she was meditating cross-legged, her eyes tightly closed, highly focused.
And Chen Ye,
naturally couldn't sleep with his disciples.
No matter how much the disciples fussed and rolled around, Chen Ye ignored them, cultivating alone on the low bed in the outer room.
"I've been stuck at the seventh layer of Foundation Establishment for quite some time now."
