There was a poem that put it well:
No calendar marked the days in the mountains; when the cold ended, one knew not the year.
If you couldn't understand what that meant, then I had serious doubts about whether you'd returned the poetry appreciation section of your high school language arts class to your teacher.
Anyway, more than ten days had passed in the blink of an eye since arriving at Midnight.
During that time, Tian Gong kicked open his door every morning to wake him up; during the day, he worked as a part on the assembly line in the Blazing Red Great Hall; during breaks, he got some fresh air on the steps.
After work, he went sightseeing and had picnics with Klim and Li Ze, and after night fell, he painfully crawled out of the Medicine Pool.
Then he began a whole night of Illusion trials against A-rank Upper Tier opponents.
Living in the isolated Midnight Immortal Mountain, repeating such simple yet fulfilling days every day.
Had made Fang Ran completely lose track of time. He always felt as if he had only arrived yesterday.
Of course, that might also have been because there were no days off.
"Brat! The sun's been up for ages! How much longer are you planning to sleep?!"
After Tian Gong's daily, unwavering BANG as he kicked open the door, followed by his booming shout, Fang Ran was still hugging his blanket and snoring in bed. Before he could finish dragging out his sleepy words—
"Hey, Senior Tian Gong, I just fell asleep. Let me sleep another five minutes. Ah—!"
He was grabbed by the back of the collar and thrown straight out the window into the large wooden barrel in the backyard.
Splash—
Watching the water spray up, Tian Gong crossed