Lu Ye had only been awake for a short while before he drifted back into a groggy sleep.
When he woke again, he found a chair beside him. A young girl sat on it with her head drooping, apparently nodding off from exhaustion, her little head bobbing again and again.
The room was thick with the pungent smell of blood, mingled with an indescribable herbal scent.
Though he had crawled for a long time, Lu Ye did not feel short of breath. Even the burns on his chest did not hurt much, which struck him as strange. Upon careful inspection, he discovered that the bed board beneath his chest had been deliberately hollowed out. Whoever had placed him here was clearly a very considerate person who had taken his injuries into account.
He laboriously shifted his body, trying to sit up. But he had little strength left. After struggling a few times without managing to rise, pain instead broke out across his forehead in cold sweat.
The slight movement woke the dozing girl. She opened her eyes and sprang to her feet with an exclamation. "You're awake?"
She walked to the bedside and helped Lu Ye sit up. The girl looked petite, but she was still a cultivator, so she had enough strength for this much.
However, since Lu Ye had injuries on both his chest and back, he could only sit upright on the bed.
The girl brought over a bowl of emerald-green medicinal liquid from nearby. "Sister Hua Ci said that once you woke up, you had to drink this bowl of medicine. It'll help your injuries recover."
Lu Ye did not know who the Sister Hua Ci she mentioned was. He secretly guessed that she might be the voluptuous woman he had seen before.
He reached out