Four days later, at the crack of dawn.
"Hmm..." Lu Ran, lying on the main bedroom's bed, slowly awakened.
He stared blankly at the stone ceiling above for quite a while before recalling the recent events.
Last night, the stone sculptures of Xian Mo and the Mad Immortal had ceased trembling one after another.
Instead of rushing into action, Lu Ran just went to sleep.
Xian'er was so overjoyed that she disturbed his rest, annoying Lu Ran enough to telepathically ask Jiang Ruyi to have the Lady of the Flame Gate deal with the maid.
And then, it seemed the little maid got scolded?
Hehe~
Lu Ran yawned, sat up against the headboard, and rubbed his temples with one hand.
The Magic Artifact, Smoke and Mist Silk, quietly floated up, transforming from a mist into silk, rolling its two ends into small balls that settled on either side of Lu Ran's forehead and gently massaged him.
Lu Ran: "..."
This is quite spiritual, isn't it?
With you, who needs the Big Nightmare or Little Ruyi?
