"Ah!"
In the dead of night, Lian Youming opened his eyes to the overlapping snores from the next room.
The snorers were, of course, Lu Dazhuang and Lu Xiaozhuang.
"Snore... putt-putt-putt..."
"They snore like a tractor running."
The brothers took turns, keeping a perfect rhythm.
Lian Youming's posture was rather strange. His legs were entwined like black dragons, and he lay on his side with one elbow bent, his hand supporting his right cheek. Before him lay the book on the Sleeping Elixir Skill that Junk King had given him.
Sure enough, after practicing for just a little while earlier, he had drifted off without realizing it.
He had thought a whole night would have passed when he opened his eyes, but it had been less than three hours.
Yet Lian Youming felt no fatigue. Instead, he was full of energy, feeling even better than after a whole night's sleep.
Not only that, this skill seemed to nourish the internal breath of his Toad-Fishing Skill.
Lian Youming had intended to practice a little longer, but with those brothers snoring, he really could not sleep. He simply dressed, carefully pushed the door open, and left the courtyard.
A cold moon hung overhead, its light flowing like water.
The lights in every home had dimmed. Treading the moonlight beneath his feet, Lian Youming suddenly sprang into motion. Like a mountain ape bounding through the air, he swept out of the lanes, stretching his limbs to his heart's content.
He did not know how long he had run beneath the moon. Only when he reached the foot of a pagoda did he stop.
The Giant Wild Goose Pagoda.
The Buddhist pagoda stood silent, and all around it was still.
Lian Youming gently stirred his breath, bent his knees slightly, and sank his