The secret technique of Yao Wanzong quickly reached Ling Tianyu. On the mechanism ship, Ling Tianyu had just closed his eyes to rest, or rather, not even for half an hour.
His wife, Duan Yanran, had just finished massaging his temples. There was no choice; those few clones were fully deployed in Ximen Liehuo and Yao Wanzong's territories, accelerating their arrangements. It's no wonder he was exhausted.
"News has come again?" Duan Yanran asked hastily when she saw her husband wake up.
Ling Tianyu nodded, glanced at the ancient book beside him, and closed it, placing it on the table.
"Get me a lemon," Ling Tianyu indicated to his wife.
Duan Yanran quickly fetched one.
Ling Tianyu bit into it directly; the lemon was still cold, having been kept frozen in the ice water storage of the mechanism ship.
The sourness was intense, amplified by the cold, and it was quite invigorating.
In an instant, Ling Tianyu was jolted awake, gaining some clarity.
