Early morning.
Stretching lazily, Nian Bing felt a dull ache throughout his body as he slowly awakened from his sleep. The warmth of the morning sun bathed him, inducing an ineffable comfort. It had been over a month since he last enjoyed a proper sleep instead of resting through meditation.
As his consciousness gradually cleared, Nian Bing recalled all that transpired the evening before. Despite battling Long Zhi, thanks to Long Zhi's restraint, Nian Bing wasn't truly hurt; it was just that he had over-exhausted his magic power and spiritual power, resulting in his fainting from blood loss. Although he hadn't fully recovered, he was no longer in danger.