Lin Qingqing might have been quite tired during the day, so once she lay down, she soon drifted into dreamland.
Ding Fan immediately sat cross-legged in meditation. With the advancement of his cultivation, he could completely replace sleep with meditation.
In the wee hours around three in the morning, a rustling sound came from outside, Ding Fan opened his eyes and could distinctly sense an extremely dangerous aura.
Ding Fan swept out with his Divine Sense, but did not find anyone nearby. The constant battles in the Cultivation World had sharpened his perception of danger. Ding Fan carefully extended his Divine Sense to probe the surroundings once more.
Eventually, Ding Fan discovered the problem. In the corner of the inn, a green cicada remained quiet and motionless.
This green cicada had the head of a Giant Cicada with the body of a cicada.
At first glance, Ding Fan recognized it—it was indeed a Giant Cicada.
