Zhang Baisui's lack of talent for cultivation was once again confirmed.
He had labored throughout the entire night and then some of the morning.
Finally, at noon, as the last mouthful of Essence Blood sprayed forth, filling the secret chamber with blinding Golden Light, the Blood Sacrifice was announced complete.
When the Golden Light dispersed, what was revealed was a face pale as death with exceedingly dark circles under the eyes, filled with a look of deep resentment, staring at Huang Jing Daoist.
He felt an unprecedented emptiness within himself, even a night spent battling with those dance girls in the Sleepless City, who were as seductive as Beautiful Corpse snakes, had never left him this drained, so weak that he almost couldn't even stand.
Ignoring whatever Huang Jing Daoist wanted to say, Zhang Baisui waved his hand and said:
"Uncle Huang Jing, go rest; I need to sleep for an entire day."
"Don't anyone stop me, I'll sleep right here, right in this..."
