Chapter 46 - An Admirer

"Uuugghhh," Wu Ling groaned, followed by a sharp gasp of indrawn breath when his attempt to move put pressure on the wound across his chest. Opening his eyes, he blinked away the sleep and tried to determine where he'd been taken after he collapsed. The cloth ceiling overhead said tent so he wasn't in a wagon and he probably hadn't been brought back to the waystation or Silver Sword City. Taking in the collection of chests and the rich medicinal smell of the tent, he'd have wagered heavily that this was Alchemist Huang's tent if he'd had anything to bet with.