Nightfall. The men's dormitory of the Martial Arts Hall at Pine Soul Soul Martial.
Amid Zhao Tang's snores, Lu Mang tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
The entire building was silent, save for the sound of Zhao Tang's snoring. Si Huan Nian was a reasonable person. He'd never kicked down Zhao Tang's door over something as uncontrollable as snoring.
Suddenly, in the pitch-black dorm, the phone by Lu Mang's pillow lit up.
Already agitated, Lu Mang turned to look, only to find... 'Rong Taotao posted something?'
'Posting this late at night? What for?'
'Are you like me, tossing and turning, unable to sleep after watching today's matches?'
'Hmm... Right. After all, I'm just someone watching quietly from the sidelines, while you're the one in the center of the Vortex.'
Lu Mang picked up and unlocked his phone. As he opened the post, his expression froze. He almost cursed out loud...
