In the middle of the night, Chen Shouyi dragged his exhausted body, had just laid down on the bed not long before Luo Jingwen came over to knock on the door.
Chen Shouyi awoke from his meditation of self-cultivation, got up, and opened the door.
"How is it?" As soon as the door opened, Luo Jingwen asked impatiently in a low voice.
"Just as we suspected, it's a cult conspiracy. Zhu Xueqing was never captured. I got it straight from the demigod's mouth!" Chen Shouyi said.
"Now I can sleep." Luo Jingwen breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to leave without asking further questions.
"Aren't you curious about the details? You were quite brave!" Chen Shouyi asked curiously.
