This day...
Inside a stone pavilion in the mountains.
After days of rushing and slaying enemies, Wen Caishang and Li Xian were both exhausted. Seeing a stone pavilion by the roadside amidst beautiful surroundings, Wen Caishang wanted to stop and rest.
After the carriage stopped, Li Xian scouted the terrain and saw a small stream several miles away. He opened the water bag, drew the Sinking River Sword, and played with the stream water. With a sudden upward flick, a line of water leaped up from the stream and precisely landed into the water bag.
Wen Caishang sat in the pavilion, looking inward at her own body. Her internal injuries remained; she used her inner breath to nurture herself, making occasional recoveries, only to be interrupted by adversaries, requiring her to use Qi to fight back. This cycle repeated, causing her injuries to deepen.
She thought to herself, "If it weren't for these distractions, I'd have prepared the herbs and quietly nursed myself to health by now."
