"In a great dream, who wakes first? Throughout my life, I know myself!"
Yan Chuan was in a sound sleep, and when he woke up, he felt fully rejuvenated.
He lazily stretched, turned his head and saw Chen Ze guarding with his sword in hand, eyes full of bloodshot, obviously exhausted to the extreme. Seeing Yan Chuan awake, Chen Ze was overjoyed, "Senior brother!"
"Junior brother, you've worked hard."
Yan Chuan smiled at Chen Ze.
Seeing the thick fog still lingered around, he knew that the "Mirage Pearl" had yet to be broken, and the arena was still safe.
"How many hours have I slept?"
"Ten rounds have passed, ten whole hours."
Chen Ze replied.
Goodness!
Yan Chuan raised an eyebrow, originally thought that six hours would be enough for recovery, but unexpectedly, he had slept for a full ten hours, nearly a whole day.
"How's the situation outside?"
Yan Chuan asked Chen Ze again.
Suddenly, the voice of Shen Wu came from the sky—
"Time's up!"
