Senior Brother Yang's Mentorship. Heart- to-Heart, Yun Feiyan's Plea.

Morning rolled in, and Yang Wei, just waking up, stretched like a cat.

"It's almost like *yawn* I forgot the beauty of sleep..."

He remembered the Serpent's Spire grind, where him and Fengtian practically skipped the whole sleep thing for a solid month.

Walking down the short hallway, Yang Wei paused abruptly.

There was a letter on the only table in the hallway—and it had his name on it. In a sense, it felt like a personalized wake-up call.

"Hm? Someone left me a letter?" Yang Wei mumbled, scratching his head in confusion.

Letter in hand, he cracked it open and gave it a read.

It was from Mu Lingxi, his unwilling to help Martial Sister.

[ Yang Wei, it looks like you've been having a good time in the Sect, either fooling around with women or stirring up unnecessary trouble.