As night deepened, there was little entertainment in this era. After traveling for so many days, even Ye Wen, tough as iron, felt utterly exhausted.
Yet Ye Wen lay in bed with his brows tightly furrowed. Though he did not know why, he constantly felt as if someone were watching him from the shadows.
But that gaze carried no malice. Instead, it brought with it an indescribable, peculiar sensation.
It was just strange!
Far away in the Pontiff's Palace, Bibi Dong coughed lightly and withdrew her Divine Sense. She had not expected Ye Wen, who had yet to fully recover, to be so perceptive. She could not keep perving on him.
Young Ye Wen was certainly nice, but she did not want to leave behind such black history.
Once the hidden scrutiny faded away, Ye Wen's half-awake consciousness finally relaxed completely, and he sank into dreamland.
But Huo Yu'er's room on the other side was nowhere near as comfortable.
Huo Yu'er's lovely brows were knitted together, her face full of displeasure.
"Damn it! How long has it been? People from Teacher's world have already come looking for him, and judging by this, she should even be Teacher's wife. Her cultivation does not seem low either. If I hadn't reincarnated and cultivated again as well, would I have to be this stifled now? Damn it, I can't keep sinking like this!"
Realizing that things were going badly, Huo Yu'er was now inwardly crawling through darkness and twisted emotions.
But Huo Yu'er quickly remembered that this Douluo World was neither the Douluo World under her control nor the Douluo World under Ye Wen's control. In this world, there were countless boys and girls who experienced such matters at twelve or thirteen.
By that logic, Teacher Ye Wen in this world was already