"Buzz—"
"Buzz—"
"Buzz—"
Unable to calm his mind, Jiang Chen opened his eyes and after a while, sat up.
Beside him.
The old master, whom many people referred to as an immortal, was sleeping soundly, accompanied by loud, intermittent snores with his breaths.
At such an old age, for his snores to be so full of vigor, it must be extraordinary.
There were only three bedrooms in the entire Daoist Sect temple, one for the Taoist nun sister and another for Yu Hui and her daughter, so Jiang Chen was honored to share a bed with the old master.
Of course.
Jiang Chen surely felt honored.
But honor aside, the key point is that the nocturnal sonata next door made it impossible to sleep!
And there was also an old fan creaking away.
Even though it was summer, and the temperature in the mountains was relatively cool, the two individuals made it somewhat warm.
