One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

He could even picture the scene: Wang Ye must be covered in sweat, standing on the Feng Hou Qi Men formation.

They are currently battling against the restrictions left on that map.

"Old Wang, you've really risked your life to crack the Great Luo Cave Observation."

Zhuge Qing sighed inwardly.

then.

He tried to move as quietly as possible and did not knock on the door, for fear of interrupting Wang Ye's spellcasting.

He simply reached out and grasped the doorknob, pressing it down gently.

"Squeak~"

The wooden door was pushed open a crack.

Zhuge Qing, carrying a bowl of chicken soup, tiptoed over the threshold and peered inside.

result.

The exciting, turbulent scene he had envisioned never materialized.

The room was unusually quiet.

There was not the slightest fluctuation of Qi.

There was only a rhythmic sound.

"Huff...huff...snort..."

"Hoo... snort..."

Zhuge Qing froze in his tracks.

The elegant and composed expression on his face cracked noticeably at that moment.

He mechanically turned his head, holding the tray, and looked at the large bed in the center of the room.

He saw the Taoist priest Wang, whom he had always imagined, "working tirelessly and fighting to the death."

He was lying sprawled out on the bed at that moment.

A summer blanket was tucked between her legs, and one hand dangled over the edge of the bed.

His mouth was slightly open, and drool was almost dripping onto the pillow.

She was sleeping so soundly!

She was sleeping so soundly!

And on his face.

That "fragmented map of the Great Luo Cave" that Zhang Tianyi had repeatedly emphasized the importance of...

At this moment, Wang Ye was using it as a sunshade, covering his forehead and blocking the sunlight coming in from the window!

"..."

Zhuge Qing stared at the scene for several seconds, completely stunned.

He took a deep breath, almost dropping the chicken soup in his hand to the ground.

Good guy.

I'm carrying this black-boned chicken soup with top-quality ginseng, being extremely careful not to disturb you.

Are you trying to put on a baby-like sleeping act for me?!

Zhuge Qing's lips curled up in a wild smile.

He absolutely loved this scene.

He didn't say a word, and gently placed the tray he was carrying on the coffee table next to him.

Then, with a smooth motion, he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

Turn on the camera.

Aiming at Wang Ye, who was sprawled out on the bed.

Click!Click!Click!

They took more than a dozen high-definition photos and even recorded a short video from every angle.

After ensuring that this embarrassing history was perfectly preserved, Zhuge Qing finally put his phone back in his pocket with satisfaction.

He walked to the bedside, crossed his arms, and looked down at Wang Ye, who was sleeping soundly.

"Oh my!"

Zhuge Qing drew out the words, his voice filled with undisguised mockery and schadenfreude:

"Master Wang?"

"Master Wang?"

"Your posture during seclusion is quite unique, sir."

"What kind of new school of Qimen Dunjia is this? Is it about attaining enlightenment in a dream?"

Wang Ye, who was asleep, heard the sound and frowned.

He mumbled something indistinctly, reached out and pulled the tattered picture covering his face aside, and opened his eyes with difficulty, just a crack.

"Who is it... What's all the noise about in the middle of the day..."

When Wang Ye rubbed his eyes and saw Zhuge Qing standing by the bed, smiling like a cunning fox, he realized that Zhuge Qing was there.

The drowsiness in his mind vanished instantly.

"Old Qing?!"

Wang Ye sat up abruptly from the bed.

He glanced at the fragmented map beside him, then at Zhuge Qing's smug, amused expression.

Then look at the bowl of black chicken soup still steaming on the coffee table.

Wang Ye swallowed hard, immediately realizing how awkward his current situation was.

"Um... Lao Qing, let me explain."

While grabbing his hair, Wang Ye racked his brains and began to make up lies.

Zhuge Qing wasn't buying it at all.

He opened his folding fan, covering half his face, and smiled in a sarcastic tone:

"Explain? Okay, then explain."

"I'd like to hear how you manage to snore while simultaneously fighting against the Great Luo Cave Observation."

Zhuge Qing tapped the tattered map with his fan, his tone chilling:

"Old Wang, you've got some nerve!"

"The heavens specifically instructed Zhang Chulan to use old ginseng from Changbai Mountain to make you a nourishing soup, for fear that you would overwork yourself and harm your health."

"And you, instead of taking this lousy map, hide in your room and sleep soundly?"

"You're so blatantly fooling that person, aren't you afraid he'll get so angry he'll kick your butt into eight pieces?"

"And while I'm at it, I'll give you a high-voltage shock to perk you up?"

After listening.

Wang Ye subconsciously touched his buttocks, feeling the injury from a couple of days ago throbbing again.

He shivered and quickly jumped out of bed.

"You don't know anything!"

Wang refused to admit that he was being lazy. He grabbed the tattered map and began to argue his point with righteous indignation:

"You think this thing is a comic book? You think you can understand it after just a couple of glances?"

"The lines on this damn drawing are incredibly eerie! I looked at it for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and my head started spinning, and I felt nauseous!"

Wang Ye patted his chest and spoke nonsense with a straight face:

"This is called excessive mental energy consumption. In order to protect my primordial spirit, my brain triggered a forced shutdown mechanism!"

"Don't you even know what self-protection means?!"

"Besides!" Wang Ye glanced at Zhuge Qing and began to elevate the argument:

"Who says decryption has to be done by staring blankly into space? Was I sleeping just now?"

"This is called dream interpretation! You common folk wouldn't understand!"

Looking at Wang Ye's face, which was completely unfazed and made slacking off sound so elegant and refined.

Zhuge Qing's smile deepened.

He didn't argue, but simply took out his phone from his pocket.

He pulled up the photos and videos he had just taken and waved them in front of Wang Ye.

"Hmm, a deduction in a dream. The way he's drooling is indeed quite Taoist in style."

Zhuge Qing turned off his phone screen and raised an eyebrow at Wang Ye:

"Fine, since you're so stubborn, I won't try to persuade you anymore."

"Enjoy your soup slowly. I'll go to the front hall now and take these photos of 'dream predictions' to the Heavenly Lord for his careful appreciation."

"By the way, ask him if this drool can unlock the secrets of the Great Luo Cave Observation."

With that, Zhuge Qing turned around and made a move to walk out.

"Hey! Don't go! Master Qing! Ancestor Qing!"

Wang Ye was instantly at a loss when he saw this.

If the Second Master saw these photos...

He's definitely going to suffer a lot!