In the middle of the night, Chen Shouyi had only just collapsed onto the bed, his body weary, when Luo Jingwen came knocking.
Chen Shouyi came to from his meditation in Entering Tranquility to Refine the Self and got up to open the door.
"How did it go?" The moment the door opened, Luo Jingwen asked in an urgent whisper.
"Just as we suspected, it was a scheme by the cult. Zhu Xueqing was never captured. I got it straight from that demigod's mouth!" Chen Shouyi said.
"Now I can sleep easy." Luo Jingwen let out a sigh of relief. He didn't ask anything more and turned to leave.
"Don't you want to hear the details? You were pretty heroic, you know," Chen Shouyi asked curiously.
"What's there to know? The me in your memories only represents who I used to be. He isn't really me, so it has nothing to do with me. Besides, if I had your ability to create a world of memories, I could get information out of a demigod too!" Luo Jingwen said coolly, his heart sour with envy. Did he think I'd stick around just to watch him show off?
"I fought a demigod!" Chen Shouyi couldn't help saying.
"You must've died horribly. If you'd won, would we still be hiding here?" Luo Jingwen said disdainfully. "I'm going to bed."
Chen Shouyi watched Old Luo's back as he hurried away.
Chen Shouyi felt thoroughly vexed. He couldn't even show off in peace anymore. "Sigh, bed! I'm going to bed!"
For the next few days, the two of them kept their heads down completely. Like the cultists in the city, they prayed every morning and evening, then trained like mad at night.
The money problem was solved the very next day.
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