Xu Jin hadn't returned. Just as he was about to leave, Drunk Moon Immortal sent another message, "Stay in touch; don't vanish like before."
Xu Jin paused for a moment, replied with a simple "okay," then decisively left the Fourth Tier Martial Arts Secret Realm.
With a thought, he invoked Warm Dream.
In an instant, he fell into a deep sleep!
*****
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Xu Jin was jolted awake by the dull sound of war drums.
The low and grim sound of the drums, filled with a killing aura, resounded throughout the Da Chen National Daoist School and over the skies of Wanyi in the Great Chen Imperial City.
After waking up, Xu Jin washed his face, quickly ate the meal Qing Fan had prepared, and then gently hugged Jiang'er, who was beside him.
"Cultivate well, don't leave the National Taoist Institute, and look for Elder Peng if you need anything. Wait for brother to return."
"Mm!"
Jiang'er nodded vigorously, and Xu Jin stepped into the starlight.
