"Han Zhan, wake up quickly."
"Han Zhan, wake up."
"Time is running out, wake up!"
"Huff—"
On the bed, Han Zhan suddenly sat up, his back already covered in cold sweat.
"Did you have a nightmare again?" asked Gongyang Jin, who was awakened by Han Zhan's movement, gently rubbing his back with concern.
"Is it because Lingzhen has been frequently asking you for creative inspiration recently, with cosplays involving seven people at a time, draining too much of your energy?"
"I'll have a good talk with her when she wakes up."
Glancing at Li Lingzhen sleeping beside him, seeing her sprawled in a wild sleeping position, Han Zhan shook his head and tucked her back under the blanket.
He had undergone nine rotations of Civil and Martial Fire in Taishang Laojun's Eight Trigrams Furnace, his flesh body had long surpassed its limits, and could be considered a Tier Nine Ultimate Flesh Body.
