Qianye didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. There was no telling which poor bloke would be the next victim of these two fellows. He could only hope they understood that the neutral lands wasn’t a place they could do everything as they wished.

Qianye didn’t want to go out, anyway—the journey to the continent border and the many days of subsequent wandering had left him exhausted in both body and mind. He returned to his room and, after ordering people not to disturb him, fell into a deep sleep.

Qianye rarely slept since his cultivation surpassed the champion realm. The Song Clan Ancient Scroll was as gentle and gradual as the spring rain, easily capable of substituting for sleep.

But now, Qianye felt really tired and sleep was all that he wanted.

The darkness was just that deep, just that lonesome.

An unknown length of time had passed by the time Qianye opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the blinding rays of the sun slipping through the cracks in the window, a rare sight in the usually...