Wang Cong was currently staying in the house behind the temple, only about ten steps from the temple's back gate.
Yin Song and his disciples were staying there as well.
Ever since coming here seven years ago, Yin Song and Yin Qingjun had never left. The two had remained here, cultivating and researching ways to convert lightning energy.
Wang Cong had only dared to run all over the world without a care because the two of them lived here permanently.
In the meantime, he had even nervously gone out to sea once. Before leaving, he repeatedly made Yin Song promise that if Junior Martial Uncle returned to fetch them, Yin Song had to make sure she took him along before leaving.
Yin Song swore upon his status as a master, and only then did Wang Cong let him off.
At this moment, the three master and disciples were either cultivating or sleeping.
Wang Cong, deep in sleep, suddenly kicked a leg and sat bolt upright in bed.
Still not fully awake, he threw off the covers and shuffled outside in his slippers.
The moment he opened the door, he nearly collided face-to-face with Pan Yun.
Pan Yun lowered the hand she had been about to use to knock and praised him, "You're quite sharp. You actually sensed me."
Wang Cong walked straight past her toward the outside, muttering, "This dream is getting more and more real. Junior Martial Uncle can even breathe now."
Wang Cong headed straight for the latrine.
Pan Yun: ...
One piss later, Wang Cong was instantly awake.
He blankly pulled up his pants and thought back. "I think I really did see Junior Martial Uncle just now."
He shook his head, deciding that he must have missed Pan Yun too much and hallucinated.
If Junior Martial