It was not exactly refined fare, but it was more than enough to fill his stomach.

Peng Fang remained uneasy. His treatment was far better than that of an ordinary prisoner, but he had no idea whether he could successfully draw his heavenly god’s gaze.

Not long after finishing the meal, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

Before he could yawn a third time, his head tilted to one side, and he fell asleep leaning against the wall.

Only after his snores grew loud did He Lingchuan enter the cell. He lightly rapped his knuckles against the wall.

“God Bilu, are you there?”

Peng Fang could only meet Bilu in dreams, which meant Bilu acted more cautiously than other gods. However, He Lingchuan had no way to enter a dream and meet a god, because in the Panlong World, he did not dream at all.

With that being the case,...