As Xie Lian opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the ground.
This was an unfamiliar room.
Confused, he sat up.
He had been meditating at the Royal Extreme Temple on Taicang Mountain; how did he end up here?
As he shook off his dazed state and got to his feet, he noticed how uncomfortable his body felt.
His waist ached, his legs were sore, his abdomen throbbed, and even his neck felt stiff.
Had he really lain here all night?
...
Impossible.
He was not that weak.
Where were Feng Xin and Mu Qing? Remembering them, Xie Lian called out, “Feng... cough, cough...???”
His throat wasn't in good shape either.
He recalled that last night Feng Xin and Mu Qing had been squabbling over trivial matters, making it difficult for him to focus on his meditation.
He had ordered them to play a word game outside.
Listening to them vent their frustrations and struggle through over two hundred idioms, fatigue had finally overtaken him, and he had gone to rest.
Yet here he was, waking up in this bewildering situation??
Supporting himself on a nearby table, he surveyed his surroundings.
This seemed like an inn, but generally speaking, he would not have chosen to stay at such a shabby place if he opted for an inn.
He wasn’t tied up, nor was the door locked, indicating he was not being held captive.