Chapter 372: Miracle Campaign, Hall of Martial Souls (6K)

Mu Yuan woke up, glanced at the little bear clock on the bedside table, and found that only two hours had passed.

He hadn't slept long.

The great battle had just ended, and there was still a heap of affairs to be dealt with in Tianyuan City; the crisis in the territory might not be completely resolved yet... Mu Yuan was preoccupied with these many issues, unable to sleep soundly, and as soon as he had somewhat recovered and shed the innate need for rest, he woke up on his own.

"My head's still throbbing with pain, and my body feels as if it's been hollowed out."

Mu Yuan held his forehead, felt it carefully for a while, "It's okay, I feel a bit unwell, but it doesn't affect the handling of daily affairs. I may not be able to fight at most, but for now, there's no need to take action."

Isloa and others were probably busy to the point of running off their feet, how could he, Lord Shepherd, rest easy?