Zhuge Wanjun tossed and turned, unable to sleep. The more she thought about it, the deeper she realized the waters ran here—far beyond what she could meddle in right now.
She was never on the same wavelength as Glasses to begin with, thinking his methods were too extreme—doomed sooner or later.
But she never expected things to develop like this; it was completely beyond her imagination.
She thought over and over again, then got up and went to the basement safe to retrieve two boxes.
On the other side, Wen Yan was also tossing and turning, unable to sleep, restless for no reason, anxious for no reason.
He got up to practice boxing, again and again, tireless; three pieces of Inferior Warm Jade were consumed. It wasn't until after he once more combined the Guiding Technique and practiced the Scorching Sun Fist that he suddenly felt the Yang Energy in his four limbs, each running its own course, swirling, then all surging into his torso.
