Limping My Way Home

After assessing the situation, the elders didn't stay long. They left as quickly as they had come, leaving Feng Fan alone by the lake.

'Seriously? These elders are heartless. Couldn't they at least give me a ride back to the main peak?'

Feng Fan was about two or three kilometers from his room, and it was already late at night. 

If he weren't injured, the journey would have been easy, but his right leg was still hurt from his fight with Zhang Qi. The walk back would take longer than he liked.

Sighing, Feng Fan decided to limp his way home. By the time he arrived, the sky had already brightened—it was morning.

'Well, at least I don't have to wake up early,' he thought with a bitter smile.

Without bothering to change or even clean up, he collapsed onto his futon and fell asleep, completely unconcerned about the world around him.