Shen Tang woke to the fragrance of food.
Opening her eyes, she saw a broad leaf covering the sky above her.
What the hell is this?
Shen Tang froze for a moment before raising a hand and brushing it aside. With the leaf gone, dazzling golden light poured down from directly overhead, making it hard to keep her eyes open. Shen Tang pushed herself up with one arm, only belatedly realizing that both her arms were weak and her stomach was rumbling like an empty city under siege.
Just then, a familiar male voice came from above, faintly tinged with delight and relief. "Young Master Shen is finally awake."
Zhai Le chimed in with a grin, "See? Wasn't I right? If we cooked a pot of fragrant, rich meat porridge, Brother Shen would naturally wake up from hunger."
Shen Tang: "..."
Hearing that form of address, she knew who it was without even looking up.
She sat halfway up and asked, "Where are we now?"
She had just woken up, and her mind was still foggy.
"Still outside Xiaocheng."
Shen Tang asked, "Do we have any news of Wuhui and the others?"
"Nothing yet." Qi Shan shook his head regretfully, then consoled her, "But Chu Wu Hui and Gongshu Half Step are both veterans of the battlefield. Working together, even that Martial Gall Warrior from last night couldn't have held them. Young Master Shen, you needn't worry about their safety."
Shen Tang could only suppress her worry for the time being.
"Are you hungry?"
Shen Tang's face was pale, and she looked utterly drained. Pouting weakly, she said, "Hungry. I'm starving. I don't have any strength."
Qi Shan turned around and ladled a bowl of meat porridge into a rough wooden bowl.
She took the bowl and was about to