Deep in the night, insect calls wove a dense tapestry of sound.
The old man slept soundly, snoring evenly. Black Snake quietly slipped down from the windowsill, came to the square table, and stood on tiptoe, both hands gripping its edge as he curiously studied the tray of fine sand.
He thought for a moment.
Imitating the old man, he furrowed his brow slightly, trying to discern some hidden mystery in the motionless sand.
He now understood that the sand represented the terrain in miniature, and that the marked locations were extremely important.
After staring for ages without making heads or tails of it, he found he could not even secretly learn by watching. He could only wait for another opportunity to study. He slipped nimbly out the window and leaped silently onto the roof.
Afraid of delaying their proper business, he did not dare use Dream Entry to find someone and chatter nonsense, so he could only sit on the roof and let his thoughts wander.
Now he understood a little.
No wonder He Bai wanted to find an expert to lean on. Humans really were formidable.
Black Snake felt that demon cultivators lacked far too many things.
Knowledge and guidance above all. Those with elders were better off; without an elder to lead the way, they were simply stumbling about blindfolded.
With good luck, they gradually gained experience and grew wiser. With bad luck, humans or other demons beat them to death.
He silently resolved to seize every opportunity to learn from now on.
The frustrating thing was that even a book right before his eyes was useless. His yin spirit could not pick up physical objects, much less turn pages.
He looked at his palms. His yin spirit's inability to touch physical objects was deeply troubling.
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