In his heart, he continually speculated about the identity of this group of people.
But no matter how he thought, he couldn't figure it out. Eventually, feeling somewhat drowsy and with his eyes perpetually closed, he drifted off into a hazy sleep.
Already injured, in his sleep he vaguely felt someone turning his body and applying medicine to his wounds.
After the medicine was applied, he felt even more muddled, and in a daze, he slowly opened his eyes.
He saw an oil lamp on the table, emitting light.
Beyond the window, it was already pitch black.
The room was quiet, and there was no trace of the 'Master' and his companions.
His mind gradually cleared, but his heart was filled with anxiety.
Where did the 'Master' and his men go?
Why did they leave me here alone?
Is this still the Yizhuang?
How did I suddenly fall asleep just now?
And why did I sleep so deeply?
