Yan Chihuo found this somewhat strange. Cultivators generally had no need for sleep. Of course, there were exceptional circumstances, such as when one's mana had been so greatly depleted that one stood on the verge of collapse. This Black-Clad Man seemed somewhat similar.
What was odd, however, was that he took out a stone bed to sleep on. One had to know that no matter how many storage rings cultivators carried, they would not bring useless objects like beds. If they truly needed to sleep, a minor spell would be enough to clear out a space for resting.
For an instant, Yan Chihuo felt the urge to unleash his Spiritual Eye at full power, but ultimately restrained himself. Setting aside the immense mana expenditure of fully activating his Spiritual Eye, this man's robe and mask were clearly treasures, and might well alert him. This man did not wish anyone to recognize his true identity; either this journey was of utmost importance, or he had exceedingly formidable enemies.
If he provoked the other party's hostility and they came to blows, it would be no good thing. No one wished to offend an expert of the same stage for no reason.
Yan Chihuo sat down cross-legged and circulated mana throughout his body. Though Chu Tianxia's treasure protected him, he did not dare let down his guard. After all, he also had to look after Gu True Person.
More than two hours flashed by. Gu True Person was invaded several times by that strange force triggered by the blood moon, but Yan Chihuo saved him each time. The others, meanwhile, all managed to withstand it through their own abilities.
Yan Chihuo thought to himself, *The Yi He Chamber of Commerce's pills truly are extraordinary. These Dao Foundation Stage cultivators cannot all be vastly