Zhao Yanzi was probably really exhausted. She fell asleep in just a little while.
The light on the ceiling was off, but the lamp by the bed was left on. Hao Ren curled up in the dark and looked at the ceiling, thinking about what happened during the day.
West Ocean must have a strong background to back up its attitude. Oldman Zeng, especially, was so arrogant. If it weren't for Zhao Yanzi's Third Uncle, he would have kidnapped Zhao Yanzi forcefully even though they were on East Ocean's turf!
There were other things besides the issue with East Ocean and West Ocean that were giving Hao Ren a headache.
The room was tranquil, and Hao Ren could see some dim lights from the few corners of the room. Those were the array formations that Zhao Guang and Zhao Hongyu put up when Zhao Yanzi and Hao Ren slept over at Lu Qing's place.