It was just past midnight, the darkest hour of the night. Aside from the sea of stars and the bright moon hanging in the sky, nothing could be seen clearly outside.
True to its name, Yuanhan Mountain was indeed much colder than any of the surrounding areas.
With the long night stretching ahead and sleep far from his mind, Meng Fan found himself abruptly pulled out of his meditation space. Since his cultivation had been interrupted, he had lost all appetite for further practice.
Chapter 157