Zhou Huai slowly opened his eyes.
Outside the window, it was pitch black.
Rain °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° slanted against the glass, forming winding streaks of water.
He rembered that when he went to sleep, it was already dark.
Now that he was awake, the sky remained the sa.
His throat was so dry it felt like it was on fire.
He tried to lift his hand, but his arm felt as heavy as lead and wouldn't obey him.
His body felt empty, as if all his strength had been drained.
"Young Master, you're awake?"
An old voice sounded in the room.
Zhou Huai turned his head.
Butler Fu was walking quickly from a sofa not far away.
The old man's eyes were deeply sunken and bloodshot, clearly indicating a sleepless night.
"Butler Fu."
Zhou Huai spoke, his voice hoarse as if two pieces of sandpaper were rubbing together.
Butler Fu quickly poured a cup of warm water and carefully offered it to his lips.
"Young Master, drink slowly."
The warm water flowed down his throat, and the burning sensation finally eased slightly.
Zhou Huai leaned against the headboard, taking a long while to recover before he felt his body was back under his control.
Butler Fu placed the water cup on the bedside table, looking at Zhou Huai's pale face with eyes full of distress.
"You slept so soundly this ti; we couldn't wake you no matter what."
"You must be starving, right?"
"I'll have soone bring up the food that's been kept warm in the kitchen for you right away."
As Butler Fu spoke, he was about to turn and leave.
"Wait."
Zhou Huai called out to him.
He frowned, the feeling of unease in his heart growing stronger.
"Butler Fu, how long have I been asleep?"
Butler Fu's steps paused, his body stiffening slightly.
He turned around, forcing a sowhat strained smile onto his face.
"Not long at all."
"Young Master, you've been too tired lately; it's only right that you sleep a bit more."
Zhou Huai's gaze sharpened, staring directly at him.
"Tell , how long have I been asleep?"
Butler Fu was silent for a mont before he uttered a number with a voice that was almost a whisper.
"Twenty-eight hours."
Twenty-eight hours?
He stared blankly at Butler Fu, unable to speak for a mont.
Although he had realized he might have slept for a long ti this ti, he hadn't expected it to be a full day and night.
The situation was becoming increasingly grim.
Zhou Huai could clearly feel that the sense of exhaustion originating from the depths of his Soul was intensifying at an irreversible rate.
It was like an hourglass, accelerating the flow of his already limited life.
If this continued, he might beco increasingly lethargic.
Until one day, there would be a sudden burst of vitality.
And then his life would co to an end.
However, fortunately, Zhou Huai was not one to sit idly by and wait for death.
Before he obtained the pendulum of life.
He also had to prepare so ans of survival for himself.
With a thought.
A dark shadow silently spread from beneath his feet, wriggling like a living thing, eventually coalescing into a tall, white-haired figure.
Moria, who should have still been in the Imperial Capital, thus appeared silently in the room.
He knelt on one knee, respectfully taking out five or six exquisite crystal bottles from his Storage Ring and arranging them one by one on the bedside table in front of Zhou Huai.
Since holy light spiritual water could help him recover so of his Soul power.
Perhaps other potions could also have a similar effect.
So Zhou Huai had already made plans early on.
In the list of Materials for forging the token of the faceless for Marshal Zhao, he subtly added so small private items he needed.
These were all potion recipes that Zhou Huai had previously investigated through Information Bugs from the Central Military Departnt's database, which were likely to help repair Soul power.
The Central Military Departnt did not disappoint him.
While preparing Materials for Ouyezi, they also procured all these potions.
After those Materials were delivered to Ouyezi, Zhou Huai then used Moria to bring all these potions back.
This was also why these small bottles appeared before Zhou Huai.
"Spirit-Calming Dew, Soul-Soothing Liquid, Clear Heart Spring..."
Zhou Huai opened the stoppers and examined the potions inside one by one.
The liquids in the bottles varied in color, so clear as water, so erald green as jade, so deep as night.
Although the colors were different, they were basically the sa as the items he had investigated.
There were many types of potions that could repair Soul power, but these few were relatively gentle.
They basically had no major side effects.
Zhou Huai didn't hesitate at all, pinching his nose and pouring the potions from the bottles into his stomach one by one.
As the liquid entered his throat, it was cool with a hint of bitterness.
After drinking the last bottle, an irresistible and powerful sense of fatigue, like a bursting flood, instantly swept over his entire brain.
The world before his eyes began to spin.
Zhou Huai didn't even have ti to give Moria new instructions before his head tilted, and he fell into a deep sleep.
Moria's figure slowly faded, re-rging into the shadows and disappearing.
"Creak—"
The door was gently pushed open.
Butler Fu entered with a bowl of steaming ginseng soup, his steps light.
His steps were light, as if afraid of disturbing the person on the bed.
But when he saw Zhou Huai's sleeping appearance clearly, a look of worry involuntarily appeared on his old face.
"He's asleep again..."
The old man placed the ginseng soup on the bedside table, looking at Zhou Huai's increasingly pale face, and silently sighed... By the ti Zhou Huai woke up again, the window was filled with bright daylight.
Sunlight filtered through the gap in the curtains, casting a narrow band of light into the room.
He slowly opened his eyes, feeling his brain clearer than ever before.
This ti, the persistent sticky feeling in his brain seed to have dissipated a bit more.
Clearly, the potions had started to work.
Unfortunately, these consud potions were like the holy light spiritual water.
The effect was most obvious on the first use; subsequent uses would have little to no effect.
He also didn't know how long the effects of these potions would last.
Hopefully, they would last until he got the pendulum of life.
Today, Zhou Huai's appetite was surprisingly good; he ate two full bowls of rice.
Butler Fu watched him gobble down his food, and his worried heart finally eased a little.
After a full two days of rest.
Ouyezi should have almost finished the badge by now, right?
He silently closed his eyes, his consciousness receding like a tide, then crossed a thousand li, instantly transferring to another body.
Imperial Capital, Central Military Departnt, Three-Star Forging Room.
"Buzz—"
Ouyezi slowly opened his eyes.
Without any other tasks, Ouyezi remained in a standby state.
Sitting quietly in front of the forging table.
And on the forging table not far from him.
Five brand new badges lay quietly on the cold forging table.
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