章 1369: Blue Deacon Mo Fan

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

Mo Fan thought he was lying on his own bed when he woke up. He had not fallen fully unconscious since he started cultivating magic. Normally, he would retain consciousness while he was meditating or resting, to make sure he did not get hit by a meteorite, ambushed by dark magic, or have his throat slit by the Black Vatican...

Surprisingly, the place he had the best sleep at was not at home, but a bed that the people of the Black Vatican had arranged for him...

"You're awake?" a woman asked gently.