Shang slowly opened his eyes.
Everything was silent.
However, in comparison to last night, the silence wasn't oppressive.
It was just that, silence.
Shang's head wasn't hurting anymore.
His mind wasn't under pressure anymore.
While he had dreaded the silence during the last night, he enjoyed it now.
It was just calm.
For a while, Shang only lay on his bed, looking at the ceiling. He could see some orange light coming from the two slits in the wall. It was either morning or evening.
Shang didn't stand up immediately.
He only remained lying on his bed, enjoying the calm and silence.
Last night went through his memory again, and he remembered how he had felt.
'Last night was difficult.'
'But everything actually isn't as bad as it seems.'
'I'm making quick progress with my power, and I reached a major milestone just recently. I can upgrade my sword now.'
