They really buried him!
Wang Jixuan had thought Senior Bai Gu’s talk of “burying” was just a figure of speech.
He never expected...
It was literal action!
He changed into the alloy combat armor that Mudan had specially made for him, feeling like, well, a pharaoh's coffin out of some Golden Age sci‑fi film from Earth.
“What am I wearing this for?” he asked.
“Oh, for safety!” Mudan and Amina, one on each side, pressed him down and nimbly buckled the armor on him.
Mudan grinned and tried to charm him: “Sixteen thousand years is too long. My main consciousness must accompany you into sleep, to avoid your primary mind getting muddled and causing catastrophe. This armor also has a locator function. When I go to sleep, I’ll hide inside this thing!”
“Exactly,” Amina, keeping her larger form, said anxiously, “the rest of us who won’t sleep will blink and go to the mortal world with Senior Bai Gu. Who knows what could happen in those sixteen thousand years.”
Wang Jixuan pinched her cheek with a smile.
Xiaona pouted, a little sulky.
She’d put in a request to sleep with Wang Jixuan too.
—She’d just tasted several sweet years of romance; of course she worried whether Wang Jixuan would forget her after sixteen thousand years.