Meanwhile, Zhang Xiaohua was sitting cross-legged, wholeheartedly comprehending his Heavenly Dao, not paying any attention to the conversation between the two girls in the nearby room. Even if he was sitting idly inside the room, he wouldn't necessarily extend his divine sense into their room, as men and women should maintain some boundaries. In this regard, Zhang Xiaohua was still able to adhere to some principles.
After a while, Zhang Xiaohua suddenly had a feeling and opened his eyes to see the moon hanging high outside the window, nodding secretly to himself. Indeed, comprehending the Heavenly Dao was mysterious. Usually, he would only feel something right before falling asleep, which was just his body reacting to drowsiness; however, today was different. He suddenly felt something during his meditation, a proactive reminder, fundamentally different, like that of the difference between clouds and mud.
