Summoners also needed to sleep, rest, eat, and poop.
While Xia Pingan was fusing The Dream Master's realm beads one by one in the secret chamber, the iron-masked man was already resting in his room in the small courtyard. Unknowingly, it was already late at night. It was completely silent outside, with stars in the night sky and two crescent moons hanging in the sky. They were like hooks and were half-circular in shape. There was also the faint sound of dogs barking from the darkness outside.
The little black pig hid in the kitchen and found a warm place in the corner. It was sleeping soundly, its face twitching from time to time, showing an expression of gritting its teeth.
In the room, the iron-faced man was already lying on the bed. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed with surprise.
Only at such a close distance could he feel the obscure and surging divine power fluctuation coming from the underground secret room under his room.
