The bedding was flung aside, and the cold autumn wind immediately sneaked in, leaving An Su grumbling discontentedly.
"I'm a patient. I need to rest."
He indeed wasn't lying.
Last night, in order to achieve the best effect, he had sacrificed half of his blood and endured a proper iron fist from the Smiling Lady. If it had been anyone else, they would have dropped dead on the spot; but An Su was a sports student, and all he needed was to lie down in bed for a while—provided that he actually got to lie down in bed.
Even in the Nether World, demigods need to sleep.
Holy Light can heal the body, but it can't restore spiritual power. Sleep can soothe a restless Spiritual Body and replenish depleted spiritual power. Yesterday, An Su had endured the gaze of seven Mother Goddesses, the exhaustion of his spiritual power being the most significant.
