Under the pressure of his ongoing studies in the Sword Scriptures and thoughts of tomorrow's meeting with the Grandmasters, Pei Ye, who had spent several nights unable to sleep, gradually succumbed to fatigue. He placed the book on his chest. This time, there were no sudden disturbances, and the young man fell asleep.
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Dawn.
The first dew appeared.
The golden rays of light fell on the bed, and Pei Ye opened his eyes.
When too many things weigh heavily on one's mind, one always wakes up early. Pei Ye groggily rubbed his eyes, feeling an unusual tranquility this morning... It even seemed serene.
He found the atmosphere quite comforting. However, thinking of the many problems he needed to resolve, he let out a small sigh, lightly touching the book on his chest before propping himself upright.
"May I see this 'Snow Collapse'?" A gentle voice sounded from nearby.
"Huh—" Pei Ye responded sluggishly, then his movement abruptly froze.