Li Banfeng, leading Xiao Yeci and a group of twenty-seven, continued south.
The mountain path grew narrower and more rugged. By two o'clock in the morning, most of the group could walk no further; even Xiao Yeci stumbled.
Li Banfeng instructed Xiao Yeci and Lu Chunying to lead everyone in setting up camp on the spot. He, under the pretense of scouting ahead, didn't rest at the camp but returned to his Portable Residence.
Although others found the journey arduous, such a distance meant nothing to Li Banfeng. He wasn't the least bit sleepy and decided it was a good opportunity to thoroughly read the history book given by the Saint.
The moment he started reading, Li Banfeng felt sleepy.
It wasn't because he lacked a desire to learn. He could tolerate the vertical, right-to-left format of ancient books. He could even tolerate the obscure grammar of ancient texts. But annals-style history books? Those he couldn't stand.
