The sight of his Second Senior Brother, Fu Ming, gave Yang An a bit of confidence. He recounted everything that had happened the previous night, leaving out no detail.
After hearing Yang An's story, Fu Ming couldn't help but cough a few times, but the frown on his brow gradually relaxed.
"Junior Brother, don't worry. That was indeed your Sixth Senior Brother, Jin Tong."
"Because of his Dao of Destiny Technique, he has to spend ten hours a day in a deep sleep. As a result, he enjoys entering other people's dreams to play around. Don't take it to heart."
"If he had harbored any ill intent toward you, the Master would certainly not have spared him."
"..."
Hearing his Second Senior Brother's explanation, Yang An fell silent. He suddenly felt a headache coming on.
'What a bunch of weirdos!'
"So, Sixth Senior Brother didn't actually want to harm me?"
