Upon entering the city, Chen Wanjun, familiar with the route, found a sizable inn and booked several superior rooms.
The room assigned to Fang Han was at the end of the second-floor corridor. Pushing the door open, he found the furnishings simple: a bed, a table, and a chair. The bedding was reasonably clean.
He unstrapped the Cloud Splitting Sword and leaned it against the headboard, then tossed his bag onto the table and sat cross-legged on the bed.
After days of constant travel, the cyan-gold Inner Qi from his Cyan Profound Technique had been depleted to a thin, sluggish layer flowing through his meridians, almost completely exhausted.
He had used nearly all his strength in the battle against Xue Yuanlang.
Although that old bastard had lost an arm and was severely injured, the foundation of a First Grade Martial Artist remained.
