For Fan Zhongxing, this was another sleepless night.
He simply could not sleep. His mind was restless and agitated, leaving him unable to focus on meditating, circulating his qi, and completing the heavenly cycle, so he got up and flipped through a book instead.
The book in his hands was clearly still quite new, its page corners still crisp and straight, yet its spine already bore obvious creases. Clearly, Fan Zhongxing had read this book countless times over the past few days.
As a Core Formation Cultivator, he could see even in dim light, and he could also cast spells to illuminate his surroundings. Darkness did not affect him. But this was still a shared dormitory room, with six people to a room, so Fan Zhongxing did not use talismans or spells for light. Instead, he moved close to the window and read by moonlight.
"What's the use of flipping through that lousy book?" At that moment, a voice came from the darkness.
"Old Lu." Fan Zhongxing lowered his voice. "You can't sleep either?"
The speaker was Lu Longcheng. Whether intentionally or otherwise, the Modern Dharma Cultivators had assigned the members of the same "Reincarnation Team" to the same bedroom.
This did not really conform to common sense. To prevent prisoners from escaping, guards would generally separate people who knew each other well.
"A fool like me can't sleep, so someone like you, with countless twists and turns in your heart, should be even more plagued by insomnia." Lu Longcheng turned over on his single bed. This place was arranged nothing like a cultivator's residence—at least on Linghuang Island, aside from certain demonic-path cultivators who enjoyed harvesting yin and reveling in lust, no one used beds. Everyone else rested by meditating.
For Ancient Method Cultivators, sleeping was far too extravagant.