He slept very deeply.
Because of Shen Qing's practice of the Nine Skills, his whole body was filled with Qi-Blood, so even when he occasionally stayed up all night, he didn't feel tired.
So, as usual, he woke up at about the right time, mentally alert.
Morning.
Shen Qing and Shen Xiaohu habitually squatted at the threshold of the inn's backyard.
Each held a large bowl, sipping porridge along the rim.
After taking a big gulp of plain porridge, Shen Qing said to Shen Xiaohu, "Let's pack up our things today. We'll head back to the village this afternoon."
"Why are we leaving so soon? Shouldn't we stay a bit longer?"
Shen Qing replied, "We haven't been back in a long time, and I'm a bit worried about my sister. Also, spring is just around the corner, so we need to go up the mountain to hunt early, lest we have nothing to rely on after spring starts."
