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At night, the Bedchamber was completely silent.

In one of the rooms in the main hall, a white-robed Immortal sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. His pitch-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and a jade crown was erected on his head.

The light of the Night Pearls was dimmed to a dull yellow, and it truly did have a sleeping atmosphere.

Mo Yuan was also in the same state