Back in his room at the Southern Song residence, Song Qingshu collapsed into bed and slept. When Xue Baochai failed to see him all the next day, she came over and pounded on his door. "What time is it already? Aren't you getting up? The match is about to begin."
She knocked for a long time without getting any response. If Zhongyuan Yidianhong had not told her that he was in the room, she would have broken the door down long ago. Only after quite a while did the door finally open.
Seeing the dark circles beneath his eyes and how listless he looked, Xue Baochai jumped in alarm. "What happened to you?"
Song Qingshu yawned. "Maybe I didn't sleep well."
Xue Baochai looked suspicious. "Didn't you go back to your room early last night to sleep?"
"Did I?" Song Qingshu gave an embarrassed smile. "Maybe too much has happened lately, and I'm not used to the local climate. I had insomnia all night and only fell asleep very late."
Counting on his fingers, he realized he had barely stopped at all these past days. If not for the Joyous Meditation Art protecting him, any other man, no matter how robust, would probably have been reduced to spent medicine dregs by now.
"You're about to compete. How can you be in this state?" Xue Baochai frowned deeply.
Xue Pan, who happened to be passing by, could not help laughing. "Little sister, you really take him seriously? Today he's facing Xiao Feng, Great King of the Southern Courtyard of Liao Country. Even if he were in perfect condition, he wouldn't stand a chance."
Only then did Xue Baochai come to her senses, and she could not help laughing as well. "That's true. I didn't think of it at first. He's made