C72 Leaving the Sword Sect

On the second day, Nangong Fan awoke to find it was already noon. His usually regimented life had been disrupted for the first time in a merciless fashion.

The drink had been spiritual wine, and despite his exceptional constitution, his head throbbed with a slight ache.

Rubbing his temples, Nangong Fan surveyed the disheveled land and the resilient sword bamboo, chuckling to himself wryly