Seizing the last few minutes before full charge, Cheng Ye quickly headed towards the restroom next to the lounge.
He turned on the faucet, cupping cold water in his hands and splashing it onto his face.
Tap water after a significant drop in temperature carried a biting chill, probably only a few degrees.
Like countless fine needles lightly prickling the skin, it instantly dispersed the remnants of drowsiness, even the soreness in his temples eased considerably, and he felt invigorated all over.
"Since practicing martial arts, my energy recovery rate has become much faster."
Cheng Ye looked up at the mirror covered in a thin layer of frost, brushing his fingers past the corner of his eyes, "I only slept less than four hours last night, yet it feels more rejuvenating than when I used to sleep seven or eight hours before the journey."
