The night passed without incident.
Chu Sheng had long known that adults could wet the bed, but he had never imagined someone could spray it onto another person.
Xingzi lay naked, holding the equally naked An Xi, while Chu Sheng stood in the bedroom.
An Xi still showed no sign of waking. She remained in the position Xingzi had arranged her in yesterday to make it easier to lie on top of her.
Chu Sheng glanced at Xingzi and An Xi again, took out the Book of Time, and leafed through its new entries.
The Book of Time did not record things in detail, but even its rough accounts were a source of information for him.
Besides, anything the Book of Time recorded was never particularly insignificant.
Except, of course, when it came to their Convoy.
Chu Sheng had noticed it too. Perhaps because the Book of Time recorded information about its owner to compile his "annals," it particularly liked recording things that happened around him.
Many events clearly fell short of its usual standards, yet still appeared in its pages.
And as more of these entries accumulated, the separately categorized "Heavenly Craftsman Annals" had quietly changed its name.
It had gone from "Heavenly Craftsman Annals" to "Heavenly Craftsman Annals: Founder's Records."
Chu Sheng had been utterly bewildered when he first saw it.
The Book of Time really seemed to be treating him like an emperor.
Skipping the information about the Heavenly Craftsman Sequence and the account of yesterday's encirclement by Anomalies, Chu Sheng looked at the other entries.
``` [Beyond the Southern Wasteland Extreme Rain Zone, a convoy led by a Guide of the Wind Whisper Sequence is pursuing another convoy. Along their route, they discovered that Anomalies no longer yield supernatural materials.]
[In the Southern Wasteland Chaotic World