Xiao Wuji’s dream shattered. He sat bolt upright in bed, watching the morning light filter through the window. His head felt heavy, and fragmented memories flooded his mind.
He remained dazed for a long moment. Then, quite suddenly, he grabbed his pillow and buried his face in it.
Zimo, carrying a washbasin, walked in just in time to see his master in this ostrich-like posture.
Chapter 29