An hour later, the dinner was long finished, and Gao Zhen had returned to her tent.
Meanwhile, after covering the ground with beddings, Yi Chen lay down on it. A wave of relaxation swept over his exhausted body, nudging him to sleep.
Despite that, he didn't fall asleep.
With his arms folded behind his head, he began staring at the tent's ceiling. The strong winds blowing outside were causing the grey canvas to flap incessantly.
It may appear as if he had his attention focused on the flapping canvas, but in reality, he was lost in his thoughts.
'There must be some exceptions…otherwise there's no other way,' he thought to himself while thinking back on one of the remarks from the system panel.
It was the remark that talked about the dark Qi and stated that it could only be utilised by the demons.
