Wen Yan finally had a good night's sleep for once. He just slept during the designated time, pure and simple, without even dreaming.
Three hours—right on the bleeding edge, squeezing every drop, left his mind utterly exhausted. But the more extreme the situation, the better the result when making a push.
When the sun began to rise in the east, torrents of Yang Energy washed in like a rising tide, sweeping across the sky and banishing the last traces of night's Yin Qi, Wen Yan naturally woke up.
He stood on the rooftop, welcoming the first wave of sunlight today. His whole body and mind felt like they'd been freshly tempered, and his spirit soared.
When he came down from the roof, he greeted Old Zhao and the five brothers, who were just getting ready to go rest.
As soon as he made it down, Feng Yao's call came through.
"Did you pick one from the designs I sent you?"
