Unlike Tang Wan and Chu He, Chu Yi, after they left, first lay in bed and had a good sleep.
Sleeping when the sun was at its fiercest at noon was indeed the most blissful thing.
Around five or six in the afternoon, Chu Yi began to get up and proceed with his cultivation.
Cultivating in this small courtyard was a very happy affair for Chu Yi.
There was no one else to disturb him, nor was there any inclement weather to cause discomfort.
But today seemed a little different.
Chu Yi was practicing when he suddenly saw several people approaching in the distance.
It seemed those people were injured; they walked staggeringly, hardly normal.
When they got closer, Chu Yi saw that, just as he had imagined, all three of them had suffered injuries to varying degrees.
"Hello, may we rest here for a bit?"
The one who appeared to be the oldest among them asked Chu Yi.
He certainly couldn't just stand by and do nothing to help.
