Countdown 22:00:00.
2:00 a.m.
Temporary camp in Xiuzhu Prefecture.
It should have been time to sleep, but Big Yu sat beside the campfire, carefully spreading out a canvas and using a fine brush to sketch sharp lines across it.
Chen Jiazhang glanced over by the firelight and muttered under his breath, "This kid is actually painting Qing Chen, and damn it..."
On the canvas, Qing Chen stood atop Mount Everest, dressed in a windbreaker, a snowboard beneath his feet. Below him lay endless snowy mountains, while above him rolled the dark night sky.
The young man's features were sharp and his expression resolute. This was the scene Big Yu remembered most vividly: in that battle, Qing Chen had killed two A-ranks by himself. It had been one of the most dangerous fights below the demigod level.
Chen Jiazhang could roughly guess what Big Yu intended to do. From now on, whenever there was something that would ruin someone's reputation, he would simply have Qing Chen do it.
But even knowing what Big Yu was thinking, Chen Jiazhang still found it strange that he was painting a man.
After finishing a stroke, Big Yu put the canvas and tools away into the space in his palm, then flopped down and went to sleep.
Chen Jiazhang asked doubtfully, "This kid sleeps sixteen hours a day now. Is something wrong with him?"
When he turned to look, he was startled to find concern on Zard's usually carefree face.
Chen Jiazhang was puzzled. "You have things to worry about too?"
Zard said, "The three Huan Yus have always maintained some strange balance within one body. But Big Yu overdrawn his mental strength twice for battle, suddenly breaking that balance. I'm worried Zhong Yu is about to come out."
"What kind of personality does Zhong