At night, a bright moon hung high in the sky.
A faint light shone through the window into Yang Yan's room. Yang Yan lay on the bed, breathing evenly.
He had his eyes closed, sleeping soundly, oblivious to where he was wandering in his dreams.
Meanwhile, on the wall illuminated by the moonlight, shadows appeared one by one.
Their shadows grew larger and closer to Yang Yan!
At the same time, the weapons in their hands slowly drew out, exuding a chilling aura!
"Keep it down, don't wake him up," said one martial artist, wielding a knife.
Beside him, another martial artist sneered.
"He drank a whole jar of Chen Xianzui. If he can still wake up, he truly is an immortal in the flesh!"
"Indeed, we've long heard of this Chen Xianzui.
We didn't dare touch it, yet he drank a whole jar at once.
*He must have a death wish!*"
"Hehe, that young man even told him not to drink Chen Xianzui.
Yet he insisted on drinking it, utterly foolish to the extreme!"
"Alright, stop talking.
