The next day.
The first ray of morning sunlight pierced through the thin morning mist into the woods, shining on a man with bloodshot eyes.
Xue Wen, with his bloodshot eyes open, stared intently at the house where Qin Gengyun was staying.
Beside him, Xue Wu opened his hazy eyes, shook his head, and exclaimed:
"Brother, did you really watch all night?"
"Of course! What if that scoundrel sneaks out at night to bother the Saintess again?"
Xue Wen gritted his teeth, and Xue Wu helplessly reminded:
"Brother, we've been hiding east and west recently, consuming a lot of spiritual energy, and need to recuperate properly. Staying up all night like this is really not good for your health."
Xue Wen snorted coldly, "I will never let that bastard approach the Saintess again!"
By this time, the disciples of the Zhenyang Sect had already started coming out of their houses in the village. Xue Wu asked Xue Wen:
"Did that guy do anything last night?"
