The night was silent, with only the low chirping of insects in the courtyard.
"Brother Qin Yang, it seems that guy is asleep."
Zilan whispered.
"Mm."
Qin Yang nodded, pondered for a moment, pinching a seal with his left hand while Spiritual Power gathered in his right. A spirit butterfly, glowing faintly, began to take shape in his palm.
Ancient Martial Artists have keen hearing. Even when asleep, they maintain a level of awareness. It was possible that Bai Junlong might notice Qin Yang and Zilan sneaking in.
"Brother Qin Yang, this is..."
Zilan gazed at the beautiful spirit butterfly in Qin Yang's palm, her bright eyes showing a hint of wonder.
"Slumber Spirit Butterfly, go!"
Qin Yang whispered.
The butterfly flapped its wings and flew through a crack near the window.
Inside the room, the butterfly hovered above Bai Junlong's head, turning into a wisp of light and entering Bai Junlong's body. His breathing immediately deepened, falling into a deep sleep.
"Let's go in."
