"Gurrrgle... khh... gurrrgle..."
Because Ouyang slept with his head tilted back and his mouth open, saliva had pooled in his mouth.
His snores mingled with the gurgle of saliva in a remarkably rhythmic beat.
The Punishment Peak disciple beside him steeled himself and shook Ouyang, but Ouyang slept like a dead pig. No amount of shaking could wake him.
"He's really sleeping soundly! He's even drooling."
The snoring grew louder and louder, even drowning out Dongxu Zi's voice as he expounded the Dao.
More and more people heard Ouyang's snores and turned to look at him sleeping away.
At an event as important as the Sect Master's Dao lecture, someone actually dared to sleep so soundly?
Which peak had this useless fool come from to make a spectacle of himself?
The disciples who had joined within the past ten years were all filled with righteous indignation, angry that Ouyang was disrupting their chance to hear the Sect Master expound the Dao.
Only the old hands who had joined more than ten years ago looked at the soundly sleeping Ouyang as though some memory had been stirred.
After glancing at Ouyang, those veterans in the know all fixed their eyes on Dongxu Zi atop the platform, seemingly waiting for something.
The square split into two camps: one glared furiously at Ouyang, while the other stared at Sect Master Dongxu Zi, their eyes brimming with anticipation.
On the platform, Dongxu Zi's face twitched as he watched Ouyang sleeping away, his expression dark with exasperation.
Have I even said ten sentences? How did this brat fall asleep so fast?
Dongxu Zi also sensed the trio of followers lurking outside the square, and his heart jolted.
These brats aren't here to mess with me today, are they?
*No, I'm the Sect Master! I can't