The night was as thick as ink; one could not see one's own hand before one's face. The entire valley grew increasingly silent, not even the slightest breeze stirred. The trees stood motionless, and the chirping of insects had faded away.
Li Yang tapped the bell at his waist that had been ringing earlier, then sprawled out securely on a giant boulder and fell into a deep slumber; he was truly exhausted from the constant travel. To him, this valley was no different from his own home. This boulder under him was one he had specifically had people move and place here during his childhood, after he had been trapped in the valley many times while sneaking out at night, so he would have a place to rest if it ever happened again. After so many years, it was finally coming in handy once more.
Sanniang glared at the sleeping Li Yang, who was dead to the world, feeling a mix of frustration and disappointment. She remained vigilant, feeling that this silence was far too eerie. Prince Jingnan also looked grave and highly tense; catching a glimpse of Li Yang sleeping soundly on the boulder, he instinctively pulled the corner of his mouth into a helpless smile.
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