Morning rolled in, and Yang Wei, just waking up, stretched like a cat.
"It's almost like *yawn* I forgot the beauty of sleep..."
He remembered the Serpent's Spire grind, where him and Fengtian practically skipped the whole sleep thing for a solid month.
Walking down the short hallway, Yang Wei paused abruptly.
There was a letter on the only table in the hallway—and it had his name on it. In a sense, it felt like a personalized wake-up call.
"Hm? Someone left me a letter?" Yang Wei mumbled, scratching his head in confusion.
Letter in hand, he cracked it open and gave it a read.
It was from Mu Lingxi, his unwilling to help Martial Sister.
[ Yang Wei, it looks like you've been having a good time in the Sect, either fooling around with women or stirring up unnecessary trouble.
