"Old Pei, haha, I just guessed you, the Cultivation Maniac, weren't asleep...."
Under the desolate evening breeze, Pei Jinye walked along the corridor of the bus station towards his rental place, hearing Tang Huoyang's hearty laughter over the phone.
Pei Jinye was nothing like the fierce Demon King, congenial as the boy next door, he responded with a soft laugh, "Go ahead, what's up for calling me so late?"
Tang Huoyang became serious, "Here's the thing, my third uncle has been suffering from insomnia for about two or three years, only able to rely on medication, which isn't effective anymore. He's been to doctors, but there's no cure, so I thought of you since you're Psychic Class.... Maybe you could have a look?"
Pei Jinye pondered and said, "But I haven't practiced any related medical arts, I don't have any experience...."
