Zhang Qian

"Kid, you fall asleep as soon as night comes. Is that any way to march?"

They had set out from Yanmen Pass, with Chang'an City as their destination.

It was an extremely long journey, requiring them to travel day and night.

But the young general had discovered that, even with fresh fast horses prepared for them to switch to, they could not pick up the pace.

For one thing, Zhang Xuezhou was no good at riding. For another, he fell asleep as soon as night came, and even slaps could not wake him.

He had endured a terrible night and only saw Zhang Xuezhou wake amid the morning dew. He could not help complaining bitterly on the spot.

At their current pace, he could not fulfill the promise in his carrier-pigeon message to "reach the capital within three days."

"General, I'm just an ordinary person. I can't stay awake all night!"

Zhang Xuezhou stretched and rubbed his cheek, which still ached.

"I told you about this before I fell asleep," Zhang Xuezhou grumbled.

"You can't just drop off whenever you please," the general said. "Even if you have to sleep, we should at least find somewhere to make camp!"

"That's how I am when I get sleepy. I can fall asleep anywhere," Zhang Xuezhou said helplessly. "Sorry for the trouble, but please slap me a little more gently next time!"

"You hurt your own face falling off your horse," the general said crossly. "And what kind of ordinary person are you supposed to be?"

The general had never seen a cultivator with such glaring shortcomings. It was one thing not to be good at riding, but he even dared to drop off to sleep in the wilderness.

If he had merely dozed off, that would have been one thing; at