บท 67: Demon king cannot dream

"Shameless Immortal," Naihua's voice dripped with disdain. "You think I can't do anything to you. Right? Hehehe."

Naihua wasn't one to cower easily. She wouldn't simply sit there and be lectured by an Immortal like Hou Mingyue, whom she regarded as nothing more than a perpetual headache.

And so, on that very same night…

Hou Mingyue stepped into his room, unaware of the watchful eyes observing him. Naihua, hidden behind the wall, tracked his every move.

Why?

What was churning in her tiny, seemingly brainless head? A mischievous glint danced in her eyes—a rare sight on her otherwise composed face.

Hou Mingyue, nonchalant, kicked off his hanfu boots and settled onto the bed. His eyes closed, he prepared to drift into slumber.

How long would it take him to fall asleep?

Fifteen minutes elapsed.