The time was already past three in the morning.
The noisy lakeside has once again fallen into tranquility.
The bugs in the grass were intermittently chirping, passing the boring night time. With no other sounds to compete with, the tunes of these bugs seemed especially loud in the silent night.
In the distant square, one could vaguely see some silent figures practicing formations.
According to the elderly men in the patrol team, these people were members of the school's hunting team, conducting their regular nighttime training.
Upon hearing this statement, Zheng Qing quietly clicked his tongue.
He never felt that there was anything more important in life than snoring, nor did he think that practicing formations in the middle of the night was a wise choice, let alone expecting that the so-called hunting team that everyone talked about was so laborious.
