Chapter 18: Scripture Pavilion
In the early morning, sunlight spilled through the window lattice into the side hall of Luo Xia Peak.
Lu Fengmian rarely failed to wake up automatically before dawn, but today he had sunk into a long-lost, almost luxurious deep sleep.
He had been busy with the sect’s small competition for nearly ten days, his nerves taut the entire time, and now it was finally over.
Drowsily, he thought that today he absolutely had to sleep until he woke naturally, and then perhaps do nothing at all, just lie in the courtyard basking in the sun and daydreaming.
To enjoy a perfect morning, with no mad vibrations from the jade communication device, no knocking at the door from junior brothers and junior sisters, and no summons from the Elders…
Even if it were only for a brief hour.
Ideals were always beautiful, but reality was very meager.
Just as his consciousness was about to sink back into dreamland once more, the communication jade slip he had placed beside his pillow suddenly burst out with an urgent and glaring yellow light!
“Weng——weng——weng——!”