4 a.m.
The sky was still dark, and the world had grown quiet. Even the streetlights seemed languid and listless.
Whether it was martial artists, regular people, or even different races.
Whether it was night owls or early risers.
Even the internet café regulars had to take a forced nap.
This was the time when everyone was in their deepest sleep.
For those staying up late, 4 a.m. was also when they were the sleepiest.
Even the most seasoned night owls would feel like their cultivation ended around 4 a.m. and would force themselves into sleep.
That's right.
Life is precious; challenges of sudden death offer no second chances for rebirth.
"Ancestor, are you really not sleepy?"
However.
On the bench opposite the Research Institute, Su Yue's eyes were spinning, twinkling with brilliance.
Bao Dachang looked at the time with a face full of frustration.
4:12 a.m.
His eyelids were already at odds with each other.
