This evening, Oliver Walker did not sleep with his wife but entered the guest room to start running his cultivation technique to heal his wounds.
After all, there was a fierce battle tomorrow, and his body must be well-rested.
What he hadn't expected was that no sooner had the issue with the Ancient Martial Alliance been resolved than a psychic Fox Demon reared its head.
Only heaven knew whether there was only one Fox Demon or a whole group of them.
And where it might flee to next.
Moreover, tomorrow was the day when the Artificer Sect would open its mountain to welcome guests, and he was supposed to choose a weapon, but now he could only watch the opportunity slip by.
It was almost as if the heavens never really wanted him to have a proper rest.
Every unexpected event always caught him so off guard.
He was tired, both emotionally and physically, but what could he do about it?
If he were to tire and rest, then the entire pyramid would suffer the consequences.
