Du Mian had never slept so deeply before. When he opened his eyes, it was already the afternoon, and the glaring sunlight was streaming in through the window, causing him to squint.
Where was he, wasn't he receiving treatment for his injuries? Where were the people?
"Master, you're awake." Wa Song's joyous voice reached his ears.
Du Mian looked over, just about to sit up, but with a hiss, he drew in several breaths of cold air and instinctively reached out to touch.
"Don't move." Wa Song dashed over in a few quick steps, saying, "The Junior Temple Master mentioned that once the effects of the Sleeping Saint Powder wear off, you would regain your sense of pain and need to rest quietly."
Du Mian gritted his teeth in pain and looked at his left hand, which had no strength and was also bound with a board, leaving him somewhat bewildered: "Is it all over?"
