Li Huowang abruptly opened his eyes, and upon sitting up from the disheveled bed and looking to the right, he noticed the oblique sunlight piercing through the window; it had been daylight for quite some time already.
"Did I oversleep again?" Li Huowang, unconcerned about the blood vessels on his body, hurriedly dressed and descended the wooden staircase.
"Brother Li, good morning," Zhuge Yuan said, holding a fan and greeting him with a clasped hand gesture.
"Brother Zhuge, morning."
Seeing the other person, Li Huowang immediately smacked his forehead in annoyance; he had relaxed as soon as he returned to the village, and Zhuge Yuan, who owed him his life, was still waiting for his rescue. Practicing the Cultivation Technique was far more important than any affairs between men and women.