As the sky gradually became brighter,
the one who was embraced from both sides and slept until the sun almost shone on his rear,
Luo Yao finally awoke, albeit belatedly.
It was only upon awakening
that he, without even time for washing up, dashed straight toward the courtyard where his esteemed ancestor resided.
"Patriarch, Patriarch Changfeng..."
Within the courtyard, Luo Yao caught his breath and slightly lowered his head.
"What is it?"
"You finally decided to get up?"
Under the Stone Pavilion, Luo Changfeng, who was sipping hot tea, quietly glanced at Luo Yao, who appeared somewhat restrained.
"Slept, overslept..."
After swallowing his saliva, Luo Yao cautiously murmured in a low voice.
"Do you know why I asked you to come here?"
Luo Yao shook his head, his expression somewhat bewildered, "No, I don't know..."
Under the Stone Pavilion, Luo Changfeng waved his hand.
He took out a white porcelain bottle from his storage pouch.
