"Ah..."
Cui Yuanfeng cried out in alarm and woke from his nightmare.
He opened his eyes to find himself lying on the floor, with the young Daoist seated on a wooden bed opposite him.
The room looked shabby and cramped, and its tables, chairs, and other furnishings were crude. They were probably in some village.
White light filled the window. Clearly, day had already broken.
Cui Yuanfeng started. He had been unconscious for at least six hours, yet had no idea what the young Daoist had done to him.
Zhou Wuji sat in meditation on the bed, paying no attention to the newly awakened Cui Yuanfeng.
He had asked everything he needed to last night, but controlling someone with the Heavenly Puppet was still too troublesome. It also consumed a great deal of True Qi and Divine Sense, preventing him from questioning the man in too much detail.
He had therefore let Cui Yuanfeng out, intending to ask about the particulars once the fellow regained consciousness.
Cui Yuanfeng cautiously stole a look at Zhou Wuji. Seeing him seated with his eyes closed, seemingly cultivating in meditation, he dared not make any rash moves.
Having witnessed Zhou Wuji's Thunder Method and Swordsmanship, he knew his own limits well. Even if he were ten times stronger, this young Daoist could still crush him to death with ease.
Last night's battle had been too fierce and brief, and the night too dark, for Cui Yuanfeng to get a clear look at Zhou Wuji. Only now did he truly see him. This young Daoist was actually incomparably handsome, with a clear, pure bearing, truly like a celestial being.
Judging by his appearance alone, one would never imagine that his Law Techniques and Swordsmanship were both exquisite, or that he sought only victory when he