"Where is this?"

After not knowing how long he had been unconscious, Yi Hui slowly opened his eyes and looked blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling.

He lay on the bed, tilted his head to look at the surrounding environment, and turned his head to see Shanhu sleeping against the wooden wall in a kimono.

Yi Hui looked at Shanhu's sleeping face, slowly propped himself up, and a strong feeling of soreness came over him.

Since he had mastered the swordsmanship, he had not felt this kind of physical fatigue for many years.

This feeling reminded him of the hard time when he was still practicing swordsmanship.

Crack~! Yi Hui's arm

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