This night was destined to be both a joyous and sad one.
The first time Ling Chuxi forged a spiritual weapon, she relied on her Core of Martial Path, Mind Training Chant, and Nine Gloom Absolute Meridians. Naturally, she slept extremely well.
As for Gongxi Kuangdao, he had finally found a way to save his clansmen from the demon dimension. He was so excited that he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
Lan Xinyu was also unable to fall asleep, but it was because she was too disappointed.
As for Feng Zijin, he continued to have mixed feelings.
The sky was beginning to brighten, and a faint mist shrouded the mountain ridges like strands of gauze.
In the camp, smoke was already rising from the kitchen. The freshly cooked lotus seed porridge in the pot was bubbling fragrantly. It was obvious that some medicinal herbs and flowers had been added to nourish one's qi and regulate one's internal breath.