Wen Ning lay in bed that night, rolling back and forth like a pancake on a griddle.
Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Tu Shan Qingqing's half-smiling face. Her words, "You can't avoid it just because you want to," buzzed around his ears like a fly. It was maddening.
He yanked the covers over his head, stayed under them for a while, then threw them off again. Heh, his own fart had stunk him out. He stared at the ceiling, panting.
Mount Li.
Just thinking those two words was enough to make him feel overwhelmed.
The more Wen Ning thought about it, the more irritated he became. Finally, he rolled over, buried his face in his pillow, and muttered a curse.
"Fox spirits are such a pain."
He had no idea how much time passed before sleep finally crept over him and dragged him into a pitch-black dream.
As he slept, Wen Ning suddenly felt a little cold.
At first, he thought he had left the window open and let the night breeze in. Keeping his eyes shut, he fumbled for the covers, only to grab thin air.
The chill seemed to have legs. It crawled up his bare arms and worked its way to the back of his neck, making him shudder all over, his hair standing on end.
"Brr!"
Wen Ning tucked his neck in and cracked his eyes open.
He found himself inside a great hall. There was no ceiling from his bedroom, no bedroom at all, and certainly no warm bed.
Wen Ning froze for a full three seconds before his brain caught up. This looked familiar.
He had been here before.
The Jade Void Palace.
Wen Ning shot upright, his sleepiness vanishing in an instant.
Beneath him was an icy stone floor with