On the sixth night since Yuchi and his companions arrived in Jiangzhou City.
Nothing happened during the night.
The two male cultivators in the room next to Yuchi's continued trying to coordinate their cultivation with each other.
He permitted it.
At the Defense Department, Xun Yu, this big fat guy, showed no expression when alone.
Jokingly speaking, his indifferent little expression was like that of a mortal afflicted with a demonic plague.
Neither sad nor happy.
His eyes finally opened, like shells revealing two grain-sized eyeballs inside.
The room was quite silent, and you could hear people from the Defense Department going out for night watch.
You could also hear the sounds of many government officials cultivating.
The Spiritual Qi in the Defense Department was relatively abundant.
He was pondering over the events of the day.
...
Today, after having a meal with Yuchi, I could understand his situation from the past few days.
