Zhang Buku followed the sparrow, passing through the forest. Although his injuries were severe, his physique was strong. He had suffered such injuries before and only needed a month to recover.
However, he hadn't rested for long before he began his journey again. The exhaustion rushed over him like a tide, testing his willpower. After walking several miles, he could hardly hold on and wanted to lay down for a sleep.
The sparrow's chirping kept urging him forward, and he had no choice but to continue.
Gradually, Zhang Buku's eyelids grew heavier and his steps became more sluggish.
Gu An did not help him, only kept urging him on.
It was unclear how much time had passed.
Finally, unable to endure any longer, Zhang Buku collapsed on the hillside and lost consciousness completely.
Sunset and moonrise.
A night passed.
Zhang Buku's eyelids fluttered. His consciousness gradually returned, and he slowly opened his eyes. The sunlight falling on him made him feel warm.
