Mo Hua slept well.
Usually, he never slept, dedicating almost all his time, day and night, to cultivation and drawing formations.
Especially after 1 p.m., with the presence of the Taoist Stele, he would practice the formation many, many times each night.
But at this moment, having gone through several intense battles, coupled with the super rank divine sense battle, the pressure on his sea of consciousness, and the depletion of his physical body, Mo Hua really couldn't hold on any longer, so he forgot everything and took a solid sleep.
When he woke up, dawn had already broken.
Bright sunlight shone into the room.
Mo Hua slowly opened his eyes, his mind a bit blank, staring dazedly at the sunlight outside the window.
"Awake?" A gentle voice sounded.
Mo Hua turned his head and saw Elder Murong, with fair complexion and a graceful dignity tinged with a gentle smile, looking at him warmly.
"Hello, Elder Murong..." Mo Hua said softly.
His voice was still a bit hoarse.
