Zheng Zetian was truly exhausted.
All day long, he had been repeatedly activating speed through the assassinations, his whole body battered and sore from the electric charge. Just during the day, he broke a foot, and by night, took another punch. When adrenaline surged earlier, he hadn't noticed, but now that he's calming down, he can barely stand straight. He reckoned at least a couple of his ribs were fractured. Now he really couldn't hold on any longer and just wanted to crash in his dorm room and sleep.
By the time the earth mole slowly circled the lake and brought him back to the dormitory, it was almost dawn.
And Yucha was blocking the entrance of the dorm. Oh well, she had slept and awakened, just sitting with her legs hugged at the entrance of the cave dwelling, her hair slightly disheveled, but her spirits well refreshed.
Ah, just toss her somewhere on the mountain, why leave her at the entrance.
