Shen Jiyu flipped a page on the book and leaned back on the chair. It was a travelling journal by a swordsman and it entailed his path and his cultivation methods and his thoughts regarding a lot of things. Most of them are wrong, of course.
There was a slight noise by his side and he paused in his reading to look at Shi Zian who was still sleeping. It has been three days since he had come back injured from his mission and his body was still healing itself. He touched a strand of hair that was falling rebelliously on Shi Zian's hair and pulled it behind his ears. Shi Zian was finally glowing, losing the parlor paleness of the days prior.
Shen Jiyu had finished making his plans. They would leave immediately Shi Zian recovered. No more missions.