Countless strands of merit descended from the sky, falling into Shen Siyuan's sea of consciousness.
He never felt that merit could be so abundant; it had never reached double digits, and in the blink of an eye, it broke through to three digits.
This number lingered at one hundred and forty-two strands before stopping, but that did not mean it was over. Occasionally, more strands would drop from the sky.
"Why are you brushing your teeth for so long?"
Ruan Hongzhuang, not seeing Shen Siyuan come out of the washroom for a while, came looking for him. Tang Tang was curious for a moment but then ran off and disappeared.
"How long have I been in there?" Shen Siyuan asked back.
"Almost an hour. Are you okay?"
Noticing Shen Siyuan was acting a bit strange, Ruan Hongzhuang asked with some concern.
"There is something, but it's something really great," Shen Siyuan replied with a grin.
