A sleepless night gave way to the early morning.
Ye Ling had not slept all night, seated on the sofa in his room with a whirl of thoughts in his eyes.
In his hands, he still held the letter that Zhan Qimeng had given him the night before.
It was only when a ray of sunlight spilled through the window that Ye Ling slowly came back to his senses.
He looked down at the letter in his hand and murmured, "Old man, so you had already anticipated the current situation all those years ago..."
"Knock, knock, knock!"
As the sound of his voice faded, there was a knock on the door.
Ye Ling put away the letter, rose to his feet, and opened the door.
"Senior Brother!"
Standing outside was Zhan Qimeng, her eyes sparkling with vitality.
After all, she was a powerhouse of the Imperial Path, not to mention going without sleep for one night; even several days without rest wouldn't pose any problem.
"You're up this early, girl?"
Ye Ling asked with a light chuckle.