Having not rested properly the entire journey, Qiao Jing fell asleep in the forest.
As deep autumn was approaching the nights were rather cold, he was abruptly awakened by the chilly air. Not knowing how much time had passed, he vigorously rubbed his face, stood up, stretched his limbs, and looked up but couldn't see the moon. It was the darkest time before dawn.
Gu Ling hadn't returned yet. To keep himself warm, Qiao Jing quietly practiced a set of Martial Arts in the woods.
While practicing, he suddenly felt someone watching him. Instantly on guard, the next moment, he heard a familiar voice from behind him, "You're practicing so hard. Are you trying to beat me?"
Qiao Jing: ...this joke is a bit cold...
Previously, Qiao Jing aimed to surpass Gu Ling, but now that he understood the real gap wasn't about Martial Arts, his ambition dissipated.
