After contemplating the Sword Two Imprint for a while, Lu Chen yawned again.
Though he had Super Recovery, it was ultimately far inferior to Wolverine's near-immortal Super Regeneration. His injuries had yet to fully heal, and he had expended much mental energy comprehending the principles of the sword. He could not help feeling exhausted once more, his head heavy and muddled.
"Forget it. No rush. I'll heal up first."
Withdrawing his consciousness from the Sword Intent Imprint, Lu Chen pulled himself together and began meditating.
Accompanied by Rong'er's soft, even breathing from the little bed beside him, Lu Chen soon entered a state where self and surroundings were forgotten. Using meditation in place of sleep, he maximized his recovery ability. As his cultivation steadily increased, his injuries rapidly improved as well...
When dawn was just beginning to break, Huang Rong opened her eyes and woke up.
Normally, she would never rise this early.
She always slept blissfully until broad daylight before getting up to prepare breakfast.
After all, Lu Chen had said that at her age, she was still growing and had to get enough sleep.
But today, worried about Lu Chen's injuries, she woke unusually early. The first thing she did was look toward Lu Chen's large bed beside hers. To her surprise, it was empty—not a soul in sight—and even the quilt had been folded neatly.
"Ah!"
Huang Rong gave a soft cry, got up, and leaped onto the large bed next door. Bending down to touch Lu Chen's quilt, she found it cool to the touch. Clearly, he had gotten up long ago.
"Honestly, why did he get up so early?"
She felt a little worried, a little annoyed, and a little pleasantly surprised—
Could his injuries really have healed after just one night's sleep?
She hurriedly