Bab 134: The hunt begins

I woke up in a comfortable bed. It's been only a few days since I last had the chance to experience this kind of luxury, yet it seemed to me as if ages had passed since I last rested my head against a pillow. 

'I wish I could wake up like day every day,' I thought, unable to chase off the feeling of foreboding. It was as if this kind of luxury was occasional rather than permanent. 

I tightened my jaws to the point my teeth started to hurt. The pull of the warm sheets and soft pillow was that great. Yet, once I assembled all the willpower that I had, I pushed myself out of bed.

No matter how comfortable my night was, I could sense that the day was about to begin. It was a sixth sense that I developed over my diligent days back at the Skyladder sect. 

I looked down, only to realize that I had failed to take my robes off when I went to sleep yesterday. It was a small mishap, yet it only proved just how tired I was back then.