C1197 Spiritual Division

The next day, Sha Mofeng crept up to the large wooden cabin where Ye Feng lay sleeping, with Nok keeping watch outside.

"Still not awake?" Sha Mofeng's voice was a whisper, delicate as a mosquito's buzz, careful not to disturb the restful slumber within.

"Nope..." Nok pricked up his ears for another listen, then shook his head. "Seems he had a nightmare just now."

"A nightmare?"

"Yeah