“Eh?” Yue Yang felt an indescribable sense of sleepiness appearing under his consciousness, as if there was some kind of invisible force that was pulling him into his Dream Realm. He lost some control of his physical body as he swayed a little. Yue Yang didn’t resist the mental attack, but his body didn’t collapse. Instead, he stood like normal and simply closed his eyes, falling asleep with a peaceful rhythm of breathing.
Everyone had different kinds of sleeping positions, but the only person who could relaxedly fall asleep standing might only be Yue Yang alone.
This was his personal strength that he already had before he even came into this world.
In his Dream Realm, Yue Yang saw the skinny tuberculosis guy who was laughing nastily right in front of him. Like a Death Reaper, he raised his bloodied scythe and laughed evilly.