Everything returned to calm. After Little Nonpoint had vented to his heart's content, he fell fast asleep.
Shi Yunfeng was a little bewildered. He felt that something had changed during this medicinal bath, something he could not understand.
But there had clearly been no mistake in the procedure.
Still, Little Nonpoint was fine, and the benefits he had gained seemed even greater than expected. In the end, Shi Yunfeng could only put it down to the Fierce Beast bloodline being extraordinary.
Meng Chuan and the others dispersed and returned to their rooms.
Shi Yunfeng and the others gazed out at the pitch-black Great Wilderness, where beast roars sounded from time to time. Their hearts were still far from settled.
Meng Chuan sat on his Stone Bed, recalled everything that had happened that day, and smiled.
He had been awake for only a short day, yet it had felt exceptionally full.
"The Chaotic Ancient Era really is different from the Later Era," Meng Chuan murmured. He sensed Little Nonpoint sleeping soundly, occasionally scratching his little bottom.
Shi Yunfeng had not gone to rest. He was thinking about something.
Meng Chuan did not know exactly what was on his mind.
But Meng Chuan himself was certainly among the things Shi Yunfeng was thinking about.
"Alas." Meng Chuan sighed softly. That damned charm of his—wherever he went, it always left people thinking of him day and night.
Shaking his head, Meng Chuan held out a hand. With a thought, a Runes appeared in his palm, casting a dazzling light.
The Runes in his palm then shifted without pause, and one completely different Runes after another appeared.
If a truly powerful and learned cultivator had witnessed this, they would have discovered that every known basic Bone Script rune had appeared in Meng Chuan's hand.