The night deepened, and Chen Qing lay down on his sword, drifting into a drowsy sleep.
After entering the dream, he practiced the Dream Dragon Slaying Skill once more before suddenly waking up.
"Wooo..."
"My poor child..."
A cry reached Chen Qing's ears, the sound winding and lamenting, filled with sorrow and heartache.
Chen Qing lifted the silk satin quilt off himself and looked toward Ying Wugang, who was guarding him from not far away, "Ying Wugang, did you hear someone crying?"
Ying Wugang shook his head, "I didn't hear anything."
"What crying are you talking about?"
Chen Qing rose and as soon as he stepped out of the cave, Wei Qingchen, Xuan Mang, and Lu Shenglong hurried over.
"Lord Wen, did something happen?"
Chen Qing replied, "I heard some inexplicable crying, going to take a look."
