Yi Shuyuan did not know what these people intended to do with the coffin they were transporting today, but he knew they had some understanding of what lay inside. They even knew how to feed it animal blood.
Clearly, however, that understanding was incomplete. They were playing with fire.
The coffin they were transporting was already a ticking time bomb, and there was no telling when it would explode.
Silence had fallen over the room once again. This time, it was truly silent; even the chickens in their cages had stopped making noise.
Stoneborn, however, could not quite get to sleep. He thought it might be because his master had said it "couldn't be contained," making him nervous. Besides, it seemed to be getting colder and colder.
"Master, I'm cold."
Finally unable to bear it, Stoneborn nudged Yi Shuyuan. Yi Shuyuan opened his eyes, patted him, then sat up.
"The fire's almost out. I'll build it up a little."
"Okay!"
There were barely any flames left in the campfire, only a few coals still glowing red.
As he spoke, Yi Shuyuan stirred the fire and added some thin twigs. Once the flames rose again, he slowly added thicker branches, and their corner grew warmer.
Among the group opposite them, the man keeping watch was also getting drowsy.
The sorcerer was tossing and turning now. After a yawn, he simply sat up as well.
"I'll take over. Get some sleep!"
"Yes, Master!"
The disciple on watch hurried over to the dry grass and lay down with his arms folded across his chest. Clearly, he was exhausted.
The sorcerer also stirred his campfire with a branch, adding wood to make the flames burn higher. Glancing toward the opposite corner, he saw that the scholar in the gray Daoist robe seemed unable to