A full day had passed since Han Yu began studying the books in Ju Fan's cave.
When he had first arrived, exhaustion had been clawing at the back of his mind, but the discovery of the texts had driven away his sleepiness entirely. The revelations about the sect's history, structure, and sheer power had kept him awake far longer than he realized.
But now, as the last page of the final manual closed, the weight of fatigue pressed down on him again.
His eyelids grew heavy, and his body reminded him that he had not truly rested since arriving at this nightmarish place. He looked around the cave for a moment, realizing that sleep would be difficult in such a filthy environment.
The broken stone bed in the corner was cracked, uneven, and stained with old patches of dried blood.
"Yeah, no," Han Yu muttered under his breath, frowning at the thing. "I'd rather sleep on a bed of thorns."
Instead, he decided to meditate to recover his fatigue.
