In a haze, Lin Qiye slowly opened his eyes.
The lingering sword qi in his mind was still scouring his consciousness, leaving a faint ache. Frowning, he sat up in bed, feeling incomparably weak, as if he had drunk counterfeit liquor.
Lin Qiye lowered his head. At some point, the blanket had been neatly tucked over him, and the slippers beside the bed were lined up with their toes facing outward. A thermos sat on the small bedside table. When he unscrewed the lid, rising steam slowly wafted out.
Confusion appeared in his eyes.
Before yesterday's Sword Qi Tide training had even ended, he had passed out directly. He had no idea what happened afterward, or how he had returned to his room...
He glanced at the sky outside the window, got out of bed, and headed toward the training grounds.
Sure enough, the busy Zhou Ping had already begun his daily cleaning. In the empty clearing, aside from him, only Jialan was sitting nearby on a small stool.
Lin Qiye looked at the time on the wall. It was 8:07 in the morning. Logically speaking, class should have already started, but Zhou Ping did not seem to intend to wake them.
"You're up?" Zhou Ping caught sight of Lin Qiye. "Class has been pushed back today. We'll start once all of you are awake."
Lin Qiye nodded, then seemed to recall something. "Sword Saint, after yesterday's Sword Qi Tide training, how did we get back to our rooms?"
"She carried you back one by one." Zhou Ping pointed at Jialan.
Lin Qiye froze, then nodded.
So it was her...
Lin Qiye walked over and sat on the small stool beside Jialan.
"Thank you for yesterday..." Lin Qiye sincerely thanked Jialan.
Before he could finish, Jialan swiftly turned her head