While Zhao Xiaodie was reporting the company's situation to him, Ye Wudao was lounging on the sofa, breathing in Zhao Xiaodie's scent. This large sofa was where she would rest when she felt overwhelmed by her work, perfect for sitting, lying down, or sleeping—it was incredibly comfortable.
In recent days, Ye Wudao's life had been fraught with danger. He was nearly trapped in a cavern on the ocean floor by spiders, not to mention the skirmishes in the Eastern Ocean, the encounters and experiences in Yangcheng, and so on, which meant he hadn't really had a good day's rest.
After Ye Wudao returned to Capital City, especially since he had finally gathered all the ingredients required to concoct the Fierce Yang Pill, the heavy burden that had been weighing on him seemed to lift slightly. Consequently, once he lay down, it didn't take long before he fell asleep, even beginning to snore softly.
