Duan Rong packed his things, placing useful items into a light blue cloth bag. He cast a glance at the messy room and suddenly walked over to a carved wooden stake. With a surge of True Qi, he shattered it into wood chips with a single palm strike.
He then stood there, tying the small bag around his waist. Glancing up at the sun overhead, he estimated that it had just passed noon. He intended to go back to his room to sleep, to regain some energy, since the real action would take place at night.
These past eight or nine days, he hadn't slept well, and after staying up the whole night, his Divine Soul was somewhat exhausted.
Duan Rong dragged his weary body, eyes bloodshot, back into the room, and collapsed into a deep sleep.
He had no idea how long he slept, but was suddenly awakened by a knock on the door. Duan Rong opened his eyes to find the room dimly lit; it was already dusk.
