After Yang Xiao entered the medical hall, he went straight to his dormitory.
He pretty much fell onto the bed and fell asleep, truly worn out.
Over the years, he could say he had seldom been this tired; the last time had been after he killed thirty vicious mercenaries single-handedly.
That mission he took was extremely dangerous. Any of those mercenaries could match the strength of Qin Mo, whom he had previously defeated.
If it weren't for his remarkable willpower, even greater than the endurance of those mercenaries, he wouldn't be here today—he might have died back then.
Truly, his five years of prison life were far more fascinating than others could imagine.
Honestly, even a person with an extraordinarily rich imagination, wracking their brains and thinking wildly, couldn't possibly know what he had gone through in those five years.
Yang Xiao's snoring grew louder as he fell into a deep sleep.
From this, one could also see how exhausted he now was.
