The early morning in the dormitory of the Qingyun Sect's handyman disciples started with a scream.
"Ah - my spiritual stone! Who the hell stole the thirty low-grade spiritual stones that I had saved for three years!"
Wang Erpang's wails pierced through the thin wooden wall like a slaughtered pig, awakening the entire yard.
Lin Feng, who was in the next bunk, turned over, covered his head with a pillow, and muttered: "It's so early in the morning, I don't want anyone to sleep..."
