Time, this fickle thing, is like a woman's clothing; always stealthily diminishing without notice.
Five days blinked by, and Tang Rao didn't even feel like he had done much, except curing Yan Qianqian's illness, and then cultivating, cultivating...
Anyway, at this moment, at 6:30 a.m., Zeng Yan was already standing in his room, still as a statue.
"Once you're ready, let's go. We aim to reach the Nine-Headed King Hall within three days, I have some matters to attend to there," Zeng Yan said to Tang Rao, who was still in bed.
"Holy shit... It's only 6:30 a.m., does it have to be this early?" Tang Rao's head was still in a fog.
That midlife crisis of not sleeping well is your problem, I've always had good sleep, okay!
Although... it's not like it makes much of a difference if I don't sleep.
Zeng Yan didn't say anything more, just gazed at Tang Rao.
Watching him get out of bed, watching him get dressed, watching him with a disgruntled face muttering complaints...
