"This is too serious. Hidden Stakes are like cancer—by the time you find one, it's already terminal!"
"Pfft."
"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you."
"You have to tell me before I can decide whether to believe you. What happened? What's a Hidden Stake?"
The Snail King scoffed at the translated words, not believing a single syllable.
Other than being recorded in the "Ten Thousand Dragon Scripture" and becoming a legend, it had not the slightest connection with the Lotus Sect—and even that connection was one-sided. Over its several thousand years of life, it had merely seen monks passing over the water in boats whenever the weather turned warm. And now they were suddenly claiming there was some Hidden Stake...
Keep spinning your lies. Go on, keep spinning.
Just as everyone prepared to look for proof, Jian Zhongyi suddenly spoke. "Lu King, have you noticed that over the past dozen years or so, you've been sleeping longer?"
After Zhe Dan translated it—
"Sleeping longer?"
Every autumn, winter, and spring, the Lu King spent most of its days hibernating, sleeping nine days out of ten. Only when summer warmed the water did the ratio rise to half awake and half asleep; that was normal.
This summer, however, it had been awake for three days and asleep for seven. Last year, it had been awake for three and a half days and asleep for six and a half. The proportion had been gradually widening. There was indeed a difference, but it still did not believe them.
"There has been some change. Don't tell me you're about to say that because I sleep more, I became a Hidden Stake. Utter nonsense!"
Liang Qu glanced sideways.
The longer one slept, the longer one lived.
Old Giant Clam slept every day too. Such