Servant Disciple? In Your Dreams.

Next day, at the break of dawn was the sight of two men descending the peak, quiet and lonesome.

"Senior Brother, how was your sleep last night?" Feng Bujue yawned while lugging the big advertising flag. His heavy eyelids were struggling to stay open, as though they would never open again if he stopped resisting.

"You?" Zhang Ergou replied listlessly.

"Not good." Feng Bujue said helplessly.

"Me too…" Zhang Ergou did not want to continue.

They did not know what had happened at Master Lin’s place as roar after roar of a wild beast came from within. They had intended to check it out, but the thought of Master Lin warning them to not disturb him kept them away. Thus, they brought their curiosity with them into la la land.

But this sound did not turn faint along with time. But rather, it grew deeper and louder over time.

In the end, neither of them had a wink of sleep, enduring the monstrous roars from Master Lin.

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Nameless Peak…