Nie Yun wasn't sleeping either—he was sitting cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed, concentrating, probably still exploring what he had comprehended today from the Sword Washing Pool.
Shen Hao, too, had no desire to sleep. The mental exhaustion from long hours of enlightenment had been quickly washed away after taking a Spirit Nourishing Elixir; now he was sharp and clear-headed.
Sitting on his own bed, Shen Hao wore a blank expression. After listening to Nie Yun's account, he realized that he'd gone through a stroke of fortune others would envy, lasting a full three hours. Yet if someone asked him what he'd gained, he honestly couldn't say.
Say what, exactly?
