"Finally, I can get some proper rest. This feels so good!"
Ding Yuxin and Jun Sisi opened their doors almost at the same time.
For several months straight, they had undergone high-intensity physical training. The bodily exhaustion was secondary; the psychological pressure had been the heaviest burden.
Their cultivation levels were not far apart.
They had practically slept for a full day and night before finally easing the exhaustion that had built up over the past few months.
The moment they stepped out of their rooms again,
their bodies were still sore all over, but their moods had greatly improved.
The two of them spoke almost simultaneously.
Then, they once again looked toward Qin Shaofeng and Xian Xiaoying's rooms at the same time.
Their divine senses spread out immediately.
As martial cultivators, even knowing that there was no danger here, they would casually set up a restriction before sleeping.
At the very least, it could serve as an early warning.
As long as that layer of restriction remained, it meant they had not finished resting.
Xian Xiaoying's room was normal enough.
But when they examined Qin Shaofeng's side, both their expressions changed slightly.
"Junior Brother Xiaoyao isn't in his room?"
The two cried out in unison, their astonishment becoming increasingly obvious.
They had long noticed Qin Shaofeng's uniqueness.
He was incredibly childish in how he treated people and handled matters.
Yet whenever danger or adventure was involved, he was sharper than anyone else. Jun Sisi even felt as though he was facing Jun Simian.
It was not impossible for Qin Shaofeng to have recovered so quickly.
But the moment they directly merged their divine senses into Qin Shaofeng's room was when they were truly stunned.
There were clear traces of washing up in Qin Shaofeng's room.
A set of torn,