C211 Their Own Cultivation

That night, Deaf Zhang's snoring no longer rang out. It was rare to see him having insomnia. I, who was used to the thunderous sound, was a little unaccustomed to it, and couldn't fall asleep like him.

On the morning of the second day, Protector Yin came. He was a middle-aged man around forty to fifty years old, and he also had a gloomy expression on his face.

However