Behind the Yudao Peak.

In the sleeping chamber, Qing Muling lazily opened his eyes, rolled around on the wide bed that could accommodate dozens of people, and was wrapped in the luxurious phoenix brocade, feeling so comfortable that he didn't want to move at all.

There was no one beside him, and his senior sister had already left, leaving a faint scent in the bed. As the first disciple of the sect master Mu Yinghua, he usually had a lot of things to take care of, and couldn't sleep as carefree as his junior brother.

"What time is it..."