This was not a definitive conclusion, but his personal conclusion drawn from combining the cultivation of his two lives with the experience he had absorbed from both worlds, explained in a way Yuan Gang could understand.
Yuan Gang, roasting torches in his hands, sank into thought.
Shang Shuqing, lying on her side, was clearly still awake. Her eyes rolled beneath her lids. Niu Youdao's words had left her utterly confused. What was dark matter? Eastern legends? Western legends? And what was a werewolf? Drowsily pondering it all, she was simply too exhausted. Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.
Not just her—Yuan Fang, sitting cross-legged in meditation, had actually pricked up his ears and secretly listened for a while too. He had been just as muddled, half understanding and half not...
After Yuan Gang had dried a whole pile of torches over the fire, Niu Youdao said quietly, "Eat something and rest while you can. I'll have Old Bear continue roasting them later."
Of the three of them—himself, Yuan Fang, and Yuan Gang—Yuan Gang had expended the most physical strength during this journey. Yuan Gang's exertion was purely physical, unlike Niu Youdao and Yuan Fang, who could conserve their strength by controlling qi. Of course, Yuan Gang also had the best stamina among them. It could not be helped; he was a body cultivator by nature. But then again, recovery from pure physical exhaustion was the slowest. He could not recover as quickly as Niu Youdao and Yuan Fang.
Yuan Gang said nothing more and immediately stopped. He took out some dry rations and wolfed them down. After eating and drinking his fill, he used a bundle as a pillow, lay down, and slept peacefully. With Daoist Master personally standing guard, he could still sleep soundly even in such