Morning rolled in, and Yang Wei, just waking up, stretched like a cat.
"It's almost like *yawn* I forgot the beauty of sleep..."
He remembered the Serpent's Spire grind, where him and Fengtian practically skipped the whole sleep thing for a solid month.
Walking down the short hallway, Yang Wei paused abruptly.
There was a letter on the only table in the hallway—and it had his name on it. In a sense, it felt like a personalized wake-up call.
"Hm? Someone left me a letter?" Yang Wei mumbled, scratching his head in confusion.
Letter in hand, he cracked it open and gave it a read.
It was from Mu Lingxi, his unwilling to help Martial Sister.
[ Yang Wei, it looks like you've been having a good time in the Sect, either fooling around with women or stirring up unnecessary trouble.
I'll throw in some credit, though—reaching the 3rd level of the Mortal Realm, according to the spirit signatures in your courtyard (originally mine).
