The Monk

The sun was setting when a groan was heard from the young man who was lying on the bed. As soon as the sound was emitted, Wan Qiao instantly stood up. Her eyes widened in hope, and her mouth quivered slightly as she saw the young man rising. His hand was holding his head, and one could hear him gritting his teeth as he slowly opened his eyes. The light of the setting sun was sharp in his eyes, and he instantly closed them once more with yet another groan before he sat up straight. His body although incredibly sore was filled with an energy he had never felt before. The energy was literally bursting out of his body, and he was astonished as he felt the sudden rise in strength. Without even opening his eyes or looking around him, he sat down with his legs crossed. His hands were resting in his lap, and with his eyes still closed his consciousness drifted inward.