Wang Li stirred, his body aching as he shifted against the cold, jagged rocks that had served as his makeshift shelter. It had been hours since he had collapsed here, barely managing to drag himself into the underbrush after his fight with Lin Yun. The searing pain in his meridians hadn't dulled, though he had grown more accustomed to the agony. Each breath felt like a struggle, but he wasn't the type to give up easily.
His mind buzzed, the haze of exhaustion battling his thoughts, but one thing was clear: he couldn't stay here much longer. He needed to find help, shelter, anything that could aid his recovery. He pushed himself to his feet, wincing as his body protested, his muscles sore and tender from the battle. Slowly, he began moving, his pace sluggish as he picked his way through the trees and the uneven forest floor.
