Wang Li watched her leave, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. By now, his internal injuries and muscles had healed to the point where he could move around without any pain. He knew it would be too shocking and suspicious for the disciples and elders of the Jade Lotus Palace if all his surface injuries suddenly disappeared, so he left those for now.
Glancing outside the tent, he noted that it was still evening. The camp was quiet, with no one likely to come to the tent at this hour. Taking advantage of the solitude, Wang Li stood up and made his way to the infirmary bed where Palace Mistress Jiu Lan lay unconscious.
