(Second update)
The next day.
Early morning.
There was no clear distinction between day and night within the Kamui Dimension. Only the unchanging, monotonous colors of the Ten-Thousand-Year Level remained.
Inside the tent, Yang Ming lay there like a salted fish, his eyes somewhat vacant.
Xiao Wu's "thanks" last night had been wild. Perhaps because she had transformed from a Soul Beast into human form, her stamina was astonishingly good. No matter how strong Yang Ming's physique was, after an entire night of madness, he felt completely drained. His lower back ached, and he could not get out of bed.
After staring blankly for a long time, Yang Ming's pupils finally regained focus. He reached into the sleeping bag, only to find that Xiao Wu was long gone. All that remained was her lingering warmth and the faint fragrance lingering in the air.
Yang Ming's lips twitched slightly. Just as he tried to get up, he realized that he could barely straighten his back. He could not help but smile bitterly.
"They say no field is too hard to plow, only oxen can be worked to death. Today, I finally saw it for myself."
Letting out a long breath, Yang Ming walked out of the tent and casually stored both the tent and sleeping bag in the Nethersea Ring, lest anyone notice anything suspicious.
Perhaps everyone had been too badly injured yesterday, or perhaps they were simply too exhausted. Or maybe Yang Ming had risen early. Looking around, he saw only a few people tending the campfire and preparing breakfast.
As Yang Ming approached, he noticed that Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun both had bloodshot eyes and heavy dark circles. It was obvious that neither of them had slept well last night.
"What happened to you two?" Yang Ming asked.