Fang Ping sat up. This was a carriage filled with spoils of war. Other than the spot he was lying on, there were stacks of weapons and equipment behind it. The smell was strong.
After waking up, Fang Ping did not want to stay here any longer. He got up and prepared to go out.
The curtain was lifted and an old man poked his head in. It was a logistics staff, a carriage driver.
"You're awake? Young man, you're very impressive."
"How long have I been asleep?"
"It's noon now. About ten hours. I'm also a Forbidden Spellcaster. I can feel the energy flowing towards you. It's improved a lot, right?"
"It's alright." Fang Ping smiled politely at him and jumped off the carriage.
Behind him, he could still hear his sigh. "Young people these days are really impressive."
Fang Ping's team was not far ahead. Fang Ping ran a few steps to catch up.
Qing Niao walked behind the group and noticed Fang Ping.
"Fang Ping, you're awake."
