Zhang Buku followed the sparrow, traversing through the mountains and forests. Although his injuries were grave, his physique was strong. He had suffered such injuries before and only needed a month to recover.
But he hadn't rested for long before he started on his journey. His body's fatigue washed over his will like a tide, and after walking several miles, he could hardly hold on and wanted to collapse and sleep.
The sparrow's chirping ahead seemed to be urging him on, and he had no choice but to keep moving.
Gradually, Zhang Buku's eyelids grew heavier, and so did his footsteps.
Gu An didn't offer any help, just constantly urged him on.
Time passed unknowingly.
Eventually, Zhang Buku couldn't bear it any longer, and he collapsed on the hillside, falling into a complete unconsciousness.
The sun set, and the moon rose.
A night passed.
Zhang Buku's eyelids twitched, his consciousness slowly awakening. He slowly opened his eyes, and the sunlight warmed his body.
