Mo Hua had a good sleep.
Ordinarily, he did not sleep at all. He poured nearly all his time, day and night alike, into cultivation and drawing formations.
Especially after the midnight hour, with the Dao Stele there, he would practice formations many, many times every night.
But after going through several bitter battles, plus the pressure on his Sea of Consciousness from an over-ranked battle of divine sense, as well as the depletion of his physical body, Mo Hua truly could not hold on anymore. So he forgot everything and slept a solid, proper sleep.
When he woke, the sky had already turned pale.
Bright sunlight shone into the room.
Mo Hua slowly opened his eyes. His mind was somewhat blank, and he stared dazedly at the sunlight outside the window.
"You're awake?" a gentle voice sounded.
Mo Hua turned his head and saw Elder Murong, her complexion fair, her dignified bearing tinged with grace. A faint smile rested at the corner of her lips as she looked at him warmly.
"Good day, Elder Murong..." Mo Hua said in a low voice.
His voice was still somewhat hoarse.
"Don't speak," Elder Murong said. "It's time to take your medicine."
Elder Murong rose, took out several Pills, and brought them to Mo Hua's lips.
Mo Hua could not move, so he could only open his mouth and accept Elder Murong's "feeding."
After feeding him the Pills, Elder Murong took Mo Hua's pulse again, pondered for a moment, and said softly, "All right. Rest and recuperate properly. In about two or three days, you'll be able to go back to class."
"Tha..."
Mo Hua had only said the word "thanks" before his throat hurt, and he could no longer speak.
Elder Murong gave a light laugh, said, "Rest well," and then