"Is this okay now?"
"What else? Just make do. Brother, I'm the Sleep god, and I don't mind using the sky as my blanket and the earth as my bed. Are you still being picky?"
Near the Bear Hug Tribe's territory, on a slope lush with vegetation, two figures lay flat on the grass amidst the surrounding mist. Their faces were serene, head to head, sharing a golden, soft pillow. However, Wu Wang's feet faced south, while the Sleep god's feet faced north.
As the slightly plump Innate God said, "Sleep," the man and the god shut their eyes simultaneously.
Then... Wu Wang's eyes snapped open instantly, bloodshot. Hearing the Sleep god's snores already starting above him, he reached up, grabbed the Sleep god's neck, and shook it vigorously.
Sleep! What kind of sleep is this! Give me back my right to a sound sleep!
"Oh, right. You can't just fall asleep directly."
