"Oh." Ning said hurriedly, "I… used up a lot of divine power in the previous battle. I need to take a rest."
As he spoke, Ning hurriedly walked deeper into the cave. Waving his arm, he chopped out a neat, flat region onto the ground and then lay down. Using his arms as a pillow, he immediately closed his eyes and began to snore.
He seemed calm, but in his heart Ning felt a bit confused.
"Why the hell did I ask senior apprentice-sister if she had a Dao-companion or not?" Ning's mind was restless. He was a smart person, and an Immortal cultivator who had understood his own heart long ago. He quickly understood the issue. "Can it be that I'm…"
"Forget it… how can Dao-companions be so casually joined?"
"Am I mentally ready?"
"Not yet! I'm not yet ready…"
Ning turned in his sleep, suppressing everything in his heart.
