After leaving the Task Hall, Fang Han made a trip to the Pill Hall, where he purchased two bottles of Peiyuan Pills and a Healing Elixir worth ten Contribution Points before returning to the Sub-Branch.
Pushing open the wooden door of Room C-7, he bolted it shut from the inside and placed his Cyan Blade Sword by the table.
Too exhausted to even change out of his torn, blood-stained Disciple's Robe, he simply collapsed onto the bed, fully clothed.
The long journey, the fierce battle, and the perilous chase with Shen You at the end had nearly drained all his mental and physical energy.
The dull ache from his internal injuries still lingered, and mental fatigue washed over him like a tidal wave.
After taking the Healing Elixir that had cost him a full ten Contribution Points, his head had barely touched the pillow before his consciousness sank into an endless darkness, and he fell into an extremely deep sleep.
He slept soundly, without dreams or disturbances.
