Deep into the night.
Moonlight seeped through the gaps of the curtains, slithering in like a slowly crawling snake.
The sound of a car engine starting echoed from below, much like a bomber sweeping by at low altitude.
Fang Cheng sat cross-legged on the bed, suddenly opening his eyes.
In the darkness, his slightly reddish gaze seemed somewhat penetrating.
The improvement of his Spirit Attributes not only significantly enhanced his sensory perception, but also his thoughts seemed to become extremely sensitive.
At the slightest movement, he would inexplicably become vigilant.
As if monstrous shadows with bared teeth and claws lurked all around, waiting to harm him.
"Sigh—"
Fang Cheng let out a soft breath and shook his head.
There were simply too many external disturbances; it was impossible to quiet the mind.
Attempting meditation in such a state was purely a test of how tough and stubborn one's willpower was.
