This Sword! Guard Against Arrogance and Impatience

"Xu Xiaoyan, are you really sure... you're stronger at night?" Xie Xie asked indistinctly through a mouthful of food. He clutched half a steamed bun in his hand, his cheeks puffing out as he chewed.

"Mmrr... mmrr mmrr..." Xu Xiaoyan was hugging her cup and drinking water, with no time to answer him. The rim covered half her face, leaving only her eyes visible as she blinked.

Tang Wulin was eating like crazy. Three different dishes and a large bowl of soup sat before him. His chopsticks darted rapidly between the bowls and plates; before he had even swallowed what was in his mouth, he was already picking up another bite. Gu Yue sat beside him with only a cup of water in front of her, which she had barely touched. She tilted her head and watched the three of them—one desperately eating, one desperately drinking, and one desperately chewing. The light in her eyes gradually dimmed, and her expression darkened. She silently muttered to herself, Is this how humans live? I don't need to become like this, right... I wonder what happened to my clone... Perhaps Di Tian was right.

Dinner ended amid a chaotic yet lively atmosphere.

Once the sun had set, the stars took center stage. The arena lights were not on. Moonlight poured down through the dome, laying a thin silvery-white layer across the dark gray stone floor. The metal railings around the arena glinted coldly in the night, while several not-quite-shut windows in the distance made faint opening and closing sounds in the wind.

"Come on, let me see this so-called Plan B of yours!"

Wu Changkong stood at the arena entrance, his voice emerging from the shadows.

Before coming here, he had looked down at the little duck pajamas he was wearing—they had been