Upon returning to his dwelling, Shen Mo noticed that the Spirit Storage Rat had eaten its fill and found a corner to curl up in. The creature basked lazily in the sun, appearing wonderfully content.
Sleeping, huh? Perhaps I should take a break too, Shen Mo thought as he stretched languidly.
Although guarding the Dark Crystal Mine for the past two months hadn't entailed as many trials and dangers as the missions other disciples undertook, he still felt the need to rest. After all, he hadn't truly rested. Now back in the sect, it was time for a little respite.
Just at that moment, a knock echoed through his room.
Could it be Senior Sister Chen?
Feeling slightly startled, he went to open the door.
However, it wasn't Chen Mengze's face that greeted him, but that of a middle-aged man.
"Deacon Ma?"
The man was indeed Ma Qian, the Deacon responsible for handling affairs related to the sect's outer disciples.
