Late at night, Lin Shuang finally opened his eyes slowly.
At this time he was extremely weak, his complexion somewhat deathly pale.
"Little Lin, you're awake," Wu Jiu approached him upon his awakening and helped him up.
Lin Shuang was lying on a wooden bed in a monk's room; he tried to get up, but just as he propped himself up, a trickle of black blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"The poison on the blades of the assassins yesterday was fierce. The toxicity has permeated your bloodstream throughout your body. The Monk Doctor and I have removed some of the poisoned blood, but not all the toxicity is cleared. You need to rest and recuperate quietly in the coming days and must not engage in combat," Wu Jiu reminded him.
"How long was I unconscious?" Lin Shuang asked weakly.
Master Wu Jiu slowly said, "One day and one night."
Lin Shuang's gaze sharpened?
He had been unconscious that long?
A whole day had already passed.