Wen Ning did not linger in bed. Once his breathing settled, he quietly climbed out.
Lu Ming rolled over, burying half his face in the pillow, and slept like a dead pig. He really was a remarkable creature—his soul had left his body, yet the moment it returned, he had slipped seamlessly back to sleep.
Wen Ning stood beside the bed and glanced at him. Only after confirming that Lu Ming was still asleep did he put on his jacket and walk over to the window.
The breeze at four or five in the morning was chilly, clearing his head considerably.
Wen Ning gazed absently at the distant city lights.
Last night, in Lin Dagang's dream, he had clearly felt the walls around Lin Dagang's heart beginning to crumble.
Although Lin Dagang still said he did not want to live, Wen Ning could see something burning anew in his eyes.
Once hope caught a spark, it was hard to extinguish.
But that spark still needed a little fuel before it could become a flame.
Today, Wen Ning decided to find the person who could help it burn.
He would find Lin Dagang's grandmother.
That sounded absurd, considering Lin Dagang's grandmother was already dead.
But who was Wen Ning? The future boss of the Heavenly Court, the man who would call the shots in the Three Realms.
When ordinary people died, their souls left their bodies, entered the Underworld, and lined up to await reincarnation. Wen Ning knew his way around the Underworld.
He was worried about only one thing: whether Lin Dagang's grandmother was still there.
Then he reconsidered. *What the hell am I worrying about? With the Underworld's efficiency, anyone who died eight or ten years ago is definitely still in line. Forget reincarnation—they probably haven't even finished filling