The cold wind on Xize Island in the later half of the night was biting, and Yang Fan couldn't help but turn over on the tree trunk.
He was only wearing a T-shirt on top, feeling incredibly cold.
However, during cultivation, a significant amount of heat is generated within the body, sufficient to ward off the external chill.
He didn't know what time it was. Yang Fan slept for a while, and when he woke up, the sky was still enveloped in endless darkness.
He looked around and saw nothing, fearing that it would take a few more hours before dawn.
The waiting night was so long, and Yang Fan couldn't sleep. He kept pondering over one question: who exactly wanted to kill him.
He indeed had many enemies, but he couldn't fathom who would go to such great lengths.
Almost every step was calculated meticulously. Without the Beast Taming Technique, he was destined to die here tonight.
