Time ticked away bit by bit, as Zhou Yingting's Spiritual Power gradually depleted, while the water had already spread throughout the entire room.
But upon reaching a shallow level, the water no longer rose.
Zhou Yingting remained unfazed, still sitting on the bed.
After realizing that this thing didn't seem to take any further action, Zhou Yingting lay on the bed blinking, clutching the sword with vigilance.
It was uncertain how much time had passed when the sound of a rooster crowing came from afar.
Listening to the sound, Zhou Yingting looked out of the window and only then noticed that it was already dawn.
"Knock knock!"
Just as Zhou Yingting's gaze shifted back from the window, he heard a knock on the door.
"Are you inside? Are you okay? Why is there so much water?"
Song Qianqian's voice sounded from outside the door, accompanied by a shocked exclamation.
