"... Junior Brother, did you sleep last night?"
"Senior Brother, did you?"
"Heh, who could possibly fall asleep?"
Inside the Pink House at the Spirit Pool Peak on the Spirit Sword Mountain, all the Ten Thousand Arts Sect disciples were sleepless the whole night. Facing the dawn, one by one, they continued to sigh.
With the Foundation Establishment Cultivator’s physical fitness, even being sleepless for three nights in a row was nothing at all. However, last night, their minds were tangled on the things that happened the day before all night long, which made them very tired.
The defeat at the dinner banquet was not just a light blow to the Ten Thousand Arts Sect, yet what made their minds couldn’t stop thinking about was their post-fight summary.
