By midnight, nothing had changed. Ding Shuying had lowered her legs and slumped over the table beside her, seemingly so exhausted that she had fallen into a deep sleep!
That strand of divine sense was like a cage that would never decay, constantly lingering around her without showing the slightest sign of letting up. Beneath her outward appearance of sound sleep, Ding Shuying slowly began to grow anxious.
Father, Mother! Are you really going to watch your daughter suffer humiliation? If your spirits live on in heaven, just give me half a breath, and I can come join you. I have only one request... one request...
Ding Shuying hoped the night would last a little longer, then longer still, until it exhausted that Spirit Transformation cultivator's patience. Yet that divine sense kept her firmly enveloped, giving her no chance to catch her breath!
As time continued to race past, despair crept into Ding Shuying's heart. If he was still doing this when dawn approached, her only choice would be to stake her life on one desperate attempt. Once daylight came, an opportunity would be even less likely to arise.
But just then, Ding Shuying suddenly lost all awareness. Without the slightest warning, she truly fell unconscious.
Outside her shop, the middle-aged Spirit Transformation cultivator standing in the darkness remained motionless, leaning against the wall.
In the hall behind Ding Shuying's shop, two figures suddenly appeared in the darkness. One of them waved a hand, and the entire room lit up.
Li Yan and Qianji stood revealed inside the hall, right beside the sleeping Ding Shuying. She knew nothing of their presence; only her soft, even breathing could be heard.
"Master, the cultivator overseeing the city won't discover us, will he?"
Qianji looked around.
"That powerful cultivator knows nothing about this