The man who had been following Chu Lui around grabbed two blankets—one for himself and one for Chu Lui. Chu Lui walked over. Because of his stature, no one dared to vie with him. He found himself a spot to sleep on and lay down. He did not sleep because he did not know where he was. He was not the only one who had trouble sleeping, but there were others who—had perhaps arrived earlier—were fast asleep, oblivious to the happenings outside.
It did not really matter if they were old or new here since they were still alive. For all they knew, it would be their turn tomorrow.
