Early the next morning, Su Yun rose at dawn and went outside Shenxiu Tower to stretch his limbs. His right arm still burned with pain.
For the past two days, he had finally slept well, feeling refreshed in body and spirit. Looking out, he saw that after one night, the blizzard had stopped, leaving the academy wrapped in silver.
Taoists in blue cloth caps swept the roads, while others carried baskets and collected dung from the paths.
Before long, Flower Fox and the others got up. Qingqiu Yue exclaimed, "Last night, I had a very strange dream. I dreamed that Brother Xiao Yun came into my dream carrying that Great Yellow Bell and chased down a pitch-black monster."
The little foxes were startled and cried out one after another, "I had that dream too!"
"Me too!"
"Brother Xiao Yun even patted my head and told me to sleep without worry!"
"Second Brother, did you have that dream?"
Su Yun leaned closer and listened as they spoke of last night's dream. He could not help being greatly astonished. "My dream was exactly the same!"
Li Muge walked out of the building, constantly looking back with a strange expression. "Last night, a Spirit Scholar died downstairs. They said he died from qi deviation. He was just... gone."
At that moment, a beast carriage arrived. The enormous beast stopped before Shenxiu Tower, and a window on the second floor opened. Monk Tu Ming poked his head out and smiled. "Come up. I have already prepared the food!"
Hu Buping and the others cheered and hurriedly boarded the carriage.
Li Muge did not get on. "I still need to return home and see my younger sister. I have not seen her in a long time."
Su Yun wanted to ask what Li Muge had