'Thirty-seven thousand left.'
Late at night, Jiang Man gazed at the view from his window. He lay on a bed he had never used before, preparing to sleep.
He hadn't slept in a very long time, so it felt a bit strange.
Subconsciously, his mind began reviewing everything he had learned.
'Going to sleep at my age feels like such a waste of time.'
'My Cultivation is already so high. How can I possibly fall asleep?'
But the thought of getting five thousand Spiritual Source just for sleeping made Jiang Man feel he could manage it.
He was also holding the statue.
Naturally, he had also dripped a drop of his blood onto it.
Old Huang was with him the entire time. If any problems arose, it would react.
Then, Old Huang watched as Jiang Man fell asleep.
Immediately after, something within the statue seemed to disintegrate and shatter.
Wisps of mist also began to emerge from Jiang Man's body.
Old Huang, who was eating grass, looked a little surprised.
