The night grew deep into slumber, and Celestial Horse Island finally settled into silence, but this was merely superficial; many couldn't sleep, among ten captives, six or seven stared wide-eyed, worrying for their lives.
Wu Baokang, who was roughed up several times, seemed to fall asleep instead, perhaps due to exhaustion, and very peacefully so.
In room 201, Ju Mumio sat in a special posture on the bed, and extremely faint light seeped through the curtains into the pitch-dark room; she closed her eyes, resting while listening to the commotion next door, the ebb and flow of snoring unending.
Yuwen arranged a two-bedroom suite for Wu Daqiang and the others, enough for five to sleep, but none of them felt sleepy, gathered around to discuss the series of magical events from the night.
