"Third brother, you've finally woken up?" Inside the tent prepared solely for Qi Jingyun, Qi Jingrong had been keeping watch. Seeing Qi Jingyun, who had fallen asleep after having a bowl of porridge, open his eyes, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"How long have I slept?" Qi Jingyun glanced around and then sat up.
"Three days." Qi Jingrong looked unhappy. If it weren't for that old man Dao Xuzi saying that third brother was severely depleted and needed more sleep to recover, he would have been worried sick and would have wanted to take him back to see an Imperial Physician.
Qi Jingyun nodded slightly, then sat cross-legged and began to regulate his breath.
Seeing this, Qi Jingrong didn't disturb him and just kept watch nearby.
