Li Xian spent the night in the wilderness, finding a patch of crushed stone clearing. He swept his hand across, sending the stones flying, and laid soft grass as a bed. Lying therein, the forest breeze mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees, with a faint mist of water… yet it was quite suitable.
Li Xian untied his water bag. Thinking about the thousands of miles of escape, at the most dangerous time, two people shared a water bag. Drinking directly from it, it didn't feel strange at all. Now they have turned against each other.
He could only drink from it facing the moon.
Sleeping under the stars and moon, he always felt an emptiness in his arms, slightly uncomfortable.
"Strength… I am ultimately too weak. If I were stronger than the lady, how could I let her be so arrogant? Hmph, I'd smack her bottom with my big palm and make her behave."
Li Xian found this thought rather interesting. The sense of sadness diminished, and the desire to pursue Martial Arts grew stronger.
