The sleep had been very deep.
Because of Shen Qing's practice of the Nine Skills, his whole body brimmed with qi-blood, so even if he occasionally stayed up all night, he wouldn't feel tired.
So as usual, when the time was about right, Shen Qing awoke, full of energy.
In the morning.
Shen Qing and Shen Xiaohu habitually squatted on the threshold of the inn's backyard door.
Each of them held a large bowl, sipping porridge from the rim.
After taking a big mouthful of plain porridge, Shen Qing said to Shen Xiaohu, "Today, let's pack our things. We'll head back to the village this afternoon."
"Why are we leaving so soon? Can't we stay a bit longer?"
Shen Qing replied, "It's been a long time since I've been back. I'm a little worried about my sister. And spring is coming, we need to get up the mountain to hunt early, so we have something for after spring."