When Xv Jiazhi opened his eyes again, the weakness in his body had completely vanished.
A warm current was circulating over and over along his Eight Extraordinary Meridians, silently moistening him like a drizzle at night, washing his meridians clean.
He stretched lazily, feeling as comfortable as waking up naturally from a good sleep.
He glanced out the window—day and night had already switched places, bright daylight had turned into pitch-black darkness. Beside his ears was the sound of torrential rain, noisy yet making his heart feel strangely calm.
He turned his eyes around the room; Lin Tian had already left at some unknown time. The wall clock in the room showed: nine twenty.
"Rufeng." Xv Jiazhi called out.
The door was pushed open, and the little Daoist who had led Lin Tian earlier walked in.
"Lin Tian… oh no, my master—when did he leave?"
Xv Jiazhi asked with a playful smile.
