Chapter 2205: The Poison Sword?

"Mmm..." A groan escaped. The disciple, leaning against the windowsill, rubbed his eyes as he woke up. He shuddered and quickly glanced into the room. Seeing that the figure on the bed was still in a drunken stupor, snoring loudly, he let out a sigh of relief. "Damn, nothing happened!" "But how did I just doze off like that?" "Was I just too tired from the day?" he wondered in confusion. Suddenly, a rush of footsteps was followed by loud shouts and curses. The disciple was taken aback and turned...