The next morning, An Ping only dispelled the Sleep Techniques on them after emerging from meditation.
Xie Xie woke up, sat up in bed, and rubbed his head, somewhat bewildered as to why he had not cultivated the night before and when exactly he had fallen asleep.
Xie Xie looked at An Ping, who was already dressed, and asked blankly, "An Ping, do you remember when I fell asleep last night?"
An Ping blinked and replied calmly, "I'm not sure of the exact time either. You insisted on telling me about Shrek's history last night. Maybe you were too tired from the day, so you fell asleep while talking."
"Is that so? But it didn't seem like we ran into any particularly difficult opponents yesterday..." Xie Xie scratched his head and muttered. Something felt off, but he could not figure out what the problem was.
An Ping interrupted Xie Xie's thoughts. "Stop sitting there spacing out. It's getting late, and we still have the Individual Competition this morning. Get up and eat something."
At the mention of the Individual Competition, Xie Xie stopped dwelling on it and hurriedly got dressed. Clearly, he thought the competition was more important. Being late meant immediate elimination.
Watching Xie Xie dress with such speed, An Ping quietly let out a breath. The Sleep Technique was a harmless little trick with no side effects. Still, being put to sleep instantly left a person with the foggy feeling of a drunken blackout upon waking, though it was nothing serious.
After all, they were not enemies locked in a fight to the death. An Ping could not do anything too excessive just because Xie Xie talked too much.
After breakfast, they each headed to their respective competition venues. An Ping's opponent in the morning's Individual Competition was