Li Huowang suddenly opened his eyes. When he sat up from the messy bed and looked to his right, he found the slanting sunlight shining through the window—it had been bright for a long time.
"Did I oversleep again?" Li Huowang couldn't care about the blood channels all over his body, hurriedly got dressed, and walked down the wooden stairs.
"Morning, Brother Li." Zhuge Yuan greeted him, holding a fan and cupping his hands.
"Morning, Brother Zhuge."
Seeing him, Li Huowang instantly slapped his own head in frustration; he'd relaxed as soon as he came back to the village—even though Zhuge Yuan had saved his life and was waiting for his help. Practicing cultivation techniques was far more important than any matter between men and women.
