"These martial men!" Qi Shan cursed angrily under his breath, his thoughts scrambled by the clanging, banging sounds of the fight. Unable to stand it any longer, he raised a hand and pulled away the pole propping open the window. Without its support, the window slammed shut. "Can't people sleep at night?"
The moonlight pouring into the room was cut off midway.
The sound of the window closing was quieter, but it was still noisy. The racket was like a mosquito buzzing beside his ear— not loud, but impossible to ignore. Qi Shan sighed and had no choice but to use a Word Spirit called "Hear Nothing of Affairs Beyond the Window" on himself, sealing off his hearing.
The others did not have that ability.
Suppressing his irritation, he poked his head out to see who was going mad in the middle of the night. When he saw it was Shen Tang and Lili, he returned to his room and continued working up sleepiness.
Zhai Le yawned. "Brother Shen has quite the energy."
Gongshu Wu was completely unfazed. "They'll stop once they're done fighting."
"Sleep, sleep. We have to get up early tomorrow."
He still wanted to see how Gongshu Wu trained troops.
Zhai Le burrowed into his own bedding and closed his eyes.
Within three breaths, faint snores began to sound.
Gongshu Wu raised a hand and flicked out the oil lamp.
The bandit stronghold had limited housing. After purchasing several dozen newcomers during the day, the shortage of rooms had grown even worse. The people below were crammed into communal beds, and as a guest, Zhai Le could only share a room with Gongshu Wu. Though it was called "sharing a room," they were actually sleeping on two hastily pieced-together wooden planks.
Though the conditions were crude, Zhai