The central area of the huge island.
Above the clearing, a heated battle was underway.
It had been three days of continuous fighting, and it still hadn't ended.
In the attic, on the third floor.
Chu Yuan was sitting quietly; he was growing impatient, wanting the contest of the Wayless Sect to end quickly so he could tidy up and return to East State.
But this contest of the Wayless Sect was dragging on.
Three days had passed, and it still wasn't over.
Chu Yuan couldn't help but send Ao Yu to notify Wu Yue, asking him to speed things up.
"I wonder which place those four disciples will secure."
Chu Yuan muttered to himself.
He slightly turned his head to look at a desk behind him.
At that moment, Su Xi was dozing lightly on the desk, clearly exhausted from her mortal constitution.
Watching his disciple sleep, Chu Yuan was increasingly pleased.
Indeed, this was as it should be.
If a useless disciple didn't need to sleep daily, that would really be strange.
