Second day, early morning.
"Time to get up."
Qin Gengyun struggled to open his eyes, and in front of him appeared the delicate yet indifferent round face of Qiu Zhihe.
"Taoist Friend Qiu, just let me sleep for a bit longer, just a bit longer!"
Qin Gengyun was alchemy all day yesterday, finally producing twenty bags. He didn't go to bed until 3:45 AM, and now he'd only slept for one two-hour period.
This continuous alchemy was truly too exhausting on his spiritual power and divine sense; at this moment, Qin Gengyun was extremely fatigued, barely able to keep his eyes open.
After all, he had only recently become a First Tier Alchemist, and being able to produce twenty bags of pills in one day was already impressive progress.
But his spiritual power and divine sense were not deep enough to truly sustain him.
Whoosh!
The blanket covering him was suddenly lifted, and his body was dragged directly off the bed.
No way to stay asleep after that.
"Taoist Friend Qiu, you..."
