6:00 sharp.
The recruits, still deep in sleep, were jolted awake by the shrill sound of a whistle. Yun Hexian, who had barely managed to peel off his clothes before bed, lay in his blankets, feeling a murderous rage.
He was the most exhausted of them all. After reverting to his true form, he hadn't even bothered to summon his laurel leaves, simply collapsing onto his bed and passing out. Hearing the whistle, his face darkened. He snatched his ring, cast a laurel leaf upon himself to restore his vitality, put the ring back on, and then shook Baili Pangpang’s bed.
Chapter 62