Gusts of strong wind blew inside Ze Luoju's room in the endless night. Outside his door was the flickering of green light and the howling of a sandstorm. It was so chilling that one could not help but shiver, feeling out of place.
It was not until after midnight that things calmed down. Ze Luoju entered into a deeper layer of Dhyana, recovering his Vital Spirit and body.
Meng Qi remained still as if he was here just to watch Ze Luoju.
The horizon was highlighted with a stark red line as the Grand Sun gradually rose from the east. The air became cool and refreshing, carrying the dampness of an oasis quite different from the surroundings.
Meng Qi, like a mouse, still did not move.