The night was dark and starry.
The seafood feast had ended, and many people were physically and mentally exhausted. A majority of them were already in deep sleep. However, many of them were frowning. They might not even find peace while dreaming.
He just hoped that time could heal all those wounds. Wang Teng gazed at the night sky and sighed.
When he turned and saw everyone in deep sleep, there was an inexplicable calmness in his heart. At least his family and friends didn't have to go through all of this. At this moment, he finally understood the benefits of being powerful.
It was not only for himself but also for those around him.
"Why are you not asleep?" A soft voice woke him up from his thoughts.
Wang Teng looked at Lin Chuhan, who was lying nearby with Mother Lin, and smiled. "I'll cultivate for a while more. Go to sleep."