The moon was dark and the wind high, and the chill of the night was like water.
The Mountain Lord Temple was dead quiet, and many of the cultivators camping in the main hall had already entered dreamland.
These past few days, the mental pressure on them had been immense.
They hadn't had a proper rest the whole journey.
Although cultivators can go for long periods without sleep, their Divine Souls also tire and need relaxation and recovery.
This Mountain Lord Temple had given them a long-missed sense of safety.
Therefore, many cultivators slept exceptionally soundly.
"Tan..."
The faint call woke Tan Zhiwen from his slumber.
Instinctively, he turned over and sat up, grabbing a Talisman.
"Tan..."
The next moment, Tan Zhiwen heard the same voice again.
This time he could confirm that he was awake and not hallucinating.
A haze passed through Tan Zhiwen's mind.
The voice was so familiar it effortlessly awakened memories that were buried deep in his heart.
"Juan..."
