Throughout the entire night, Feng Xue squatted in the corner of the prison reading a book. Although according to the Intelligence gathered by the Gatekeeper tag, after arriving in the Real World, he had become a being of flesh and blood, eating and sleeping were still not essential needs. At least in this quiet night, when even the patrolling Prison Guards seemed listless, he could still faintly hear the chirping and babbling noises.
Although he couldn't understand them, Feng Xue thought that these were probably the cursing voices of the Infinite beings.
However, Feng Xue was not in the mood to pay attention to these fellow travelers. He quietly flipped through the dictionary, writing down words that might come in handy on scraps of card paper cut to the thickness of a thumb, making small-sized word books commonly seen in anime, then folding the corners of the useless pages, intending to tear them off later for use as the base material for crafting illusions.