"Sigh!"
In the middle of the night, Ling Mo suddenly sat up from bed, his head covered in sweat.
Under the moonlight, his complexion looked terrible.
"What's wrong?" Three more heads popped out from the quilt, staring at him puzzled.
"Nothing..." Ling Mo shook his head, then leaned back, breathing somewhat heavily.
Xia Na propped her chin and looked at Ling Mo, saying, "That's not right, your spiritual power is very chaotic."
She has a pure Spiritual Body inside her body, which is naturally sensitive to fluctuations in spiritual power.
"Um... probably had a nightmare," Ling Mo said with a wry smile.
Xia Na stared at him for a few seconds, then shook her head sighing genuinely, "Humans really are troublesome..."
"What is a nightmare?" Li Yalin started asking.
After looking at Ling Mo, Ye Lian suddenly raised her head, her lips gently touched his cheek, and stammered, "Don't... be afraid..."
"I understand." Ling Mo felt warmth in his heart and rubbed Ye Lian's head.
