In the next room, his fellow sect brothers were startled by his outburst, thinking a remnant of the Ten Directions Sect had snuck in to assassinate him.
They hurriedly drew their swords and kicked the door open, but when they rushed over to look, they found nothing at all.
"Brother Su, what are you doing?"
Su Changqing, still clutching his rear in terror, said, "I... I had a nightmare..."
Upon hearing this, the expressions on the others' faces turned utterly bizarre.
It wasn't that Martial Artists didn't have nightmares, but Su Changqing was a Seventh Grade Expert. 'Did he really need to get *this* scared over a bad dream?'
Seeing his sect brothers trying to stifle their laughter, Su Changqing finally snapped out of it. He gave up on sleeping and prepared to go outside to practice his Moon Dance Sword under the moonlight until dawn.
He had thought the nightmare was a one-time accident, but Su Changqing never would have guessed that it was only the beginning.
