"It's okay, just not used to the beds here, too soft."
Jing Hong remained as indifferent as ever.
"I didn't sleep well either!" Fu Changjian yawned, "Worked on assignments all night yesterday, so I've got no energy this morning."
Yang Yan, in annoyance, pointed at the three:
"You guys, I really don't know what to say about you! Come on, get yourselves together, let's see what tricks those folks are trying to pull."
After speaking, his eyes had already emitted two chilling beams.
The three sensed a change in Yang Yan's aura, and quickly exchanged glances.
Without a word, they silently followed him, swiftly heading toward the direction of Badaling.
On this chilly morning, there were still quite a few people at Badaling.
Some brave souls came expressly to the Great Wall to watch the sunrise.
Looking at the surrounding crowd, Yang Yan couldn't help but frown.
"What should we do?"
Frost Heaven, closest to him, asked softly.
