Qin Feng smiled and closed his eyes, meditating on the bed, "When we're away from home, we shouldn't meddle in others' affairs. Maybe they just have that kind of temper."
Yan Danfeng frowned slightly, shrugged, and said, "Alright, whatever Brother Qin says goes!"
Like Qin Feng, he had been practicing cultivation from a young age, so he didn't need to sleep at night. He sat cross-legged on the bed after getting up.
After Qin Feng turned off the light, the room suddenly became dark.
He didn't know how long it had been when he suddenly felt a cold sensation on his face, as if cold water had dripped onto it.
When he opened his eyes, the ceiling fan above inexplicably started spinning, creaking incessantly.
The summer in the mountains was very cool. Qin Feng remembered not turning on the ceiling fan before going to sleep, and immediately became alert.
