The clamor of the Demon Race in the distance stood in stark contrast to the quiet here.
Ma Xingye took a long look at Xiao Feng, who was fast asleep sprawled over the Chessboard.
This youth, whom he regarded as capable of anything, was not even twenty.
Resting a hand on the slender sword at his waist, he turned and went farther away to stand guard.
It would not do for someone to disturb his Dragon King's sleep.
Ouyang stroked the little fox sleeping in his arms, humming a nursery rhyme with an odd tune.
After an unknown stretch of time, Xiao Feng's eyes snapped open. He scanned his surroundings with a piercing gaze, instinctively trying to react to the dangers around him.
Then his body relaxed again, and he stretched luxuriously.
He felt that he had slept wonderfully. He was brimming with energy, and the vital energy and blood throughout his body had melded more harmoniously with the Five Directional Divine Beasts behind him.
The tingling sensation made Xiao Feng let out a low cry, and the stone slab beneath him instantly cracked.
Across from him, Ouyang gave Xiao Feng a startled look. He had only wanted Xiao Feng to get a good night's sleep.
Who would have thought even sleeping could take his strength up another step?
These favored children of heaven really defied all reason!
"Slept well?" Ouyang asked with a smile, watching Xiao Feng stare at his own hands.
Still bewildered by his inexplicable increase in strength, Xiao Feng heard Ouyang's question and hurriedly looked toward him.
Dressed in a blue-green robe, Ouyang sat upright before him, holding a vaguely familiar little fox in his arms, looking unfathomable, as though everything lay within his grasp.
To think he could improve Xiao Feng's strength merely by having