The general was gravely injured after the battle against Phantylia, especially due to a risky move he made alongside Dan Heng. Had everything not happened at the exact moment, they could have lost all their chances. He was rushed for treatment, yet despite his physical exhaustion, he remained stubborn, insisting he didn’t need any care. That same cat-like smile lingered on his lips as he tried to reassure everyone—though it hardly worked.

For now, the Master Fortuneteller was handling everything. Fu Xuan had taken over Jing Yuan’s responsibilities, ensuring he could rest and recover. Regardless of his words, the general was a vital figure for Xianzhou Luofu, and his loss wouldn’t just be tragic—it would be devastating.

Lying on the bed in the medical clinic, he stared at the ceiling, bored and on the verge of drifting off again—something he had been doing for the past few hours as well. His body ached, but in his eyes, it was far from the end of the world. Even so, Yanqing wouldn’t let him leave until he had fully recovered.

"Boring...", he muttered to himself, closing his eyes with a sigh, much like a grumpy cat being stopped from doing as it pleased.