Jiang Shouzhong's eyes lit up, "Okay, no problem."
Yan Changqing, without any redundant words, carried the blood-covered Feng Yichen and vanished on the main street.
From a companionship of two to being alone, Jiang Shouzhong rubbed his cheeks somewhat melancholically and looked up at the starry sky, muttering, "Next is the Water Moon Dream Mirror, I wonder if I passed the test."
The man felt exceptionally despondent.
If he hadn't passed the first trial, he expected he might become a corpse the following day.
...
Back in his cold, deserted home, Jiang Shouzhong didn't immediately go to sleep to awaken the Dream Mirror but just sat on a chair, staring at the window blurred by the hazy moonlight, quietly spacing out.
Partly out of worry, and partly because he felt no trace of sleepiness.
His nerves had been tense these past days, with cultivation, demons, and various unforeseen events, the weariness had penetrated deep into his bones, not something sleep could alleviate.
