For a long while, the two truly had nothing to say. Li Feng sighed and waved his hand.

Gu Yun lowered his eyes and turned to leave.

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When Gu Yun exited the hall, his eyes were slightly groggy. He stood still and gasped out a few breaths. For the first time in his life, he felt that the Light Armor weighing five kilograms was this heavy on his body.

In critical situations, the strength of a person could perhaps become infinite. Withstanding the headache that was difficult to endure even with acupuncture and a proper bed, busying himself for an entire day and night, before he could feel anything, it had already passed by.

Just now there had still been a ray of sunshine in the sky, but it was quickly covered by dark clouds in a blink of an eye. The morning light had faded.

Chang Geng stood waiting for him at the gate, his back facing the golden hall with many layers resembling a fairy palace, the coats of Yan Bei Wang's formal attire flowing in the wind. He was staring at the direction of Qi Yuan Tower from afar, there was no telling what he was thinking.

Hearing footsteps, Chang Geng turned around. As he glanced at Gu Yun's face, he frowned and said, "The carriage is waiting outside. You should go rest a bit."

Gu Yun was already too exhausted, only making a sound in response.

Chang Geng: “What did that person keep you behind to talk about?”

Gu Yun replied with indifference, “Nonsense… needless words.”

Early in the morning, countless orders were sent down, and all six local ministries had to follow suit. They all knew that this might be the only time left for adjustments and resting.

As soon as Gu Yun entered his room, his knees instantly turned soft, he staggered and fell over onto the bed.

The armor on his body had yet to be unloaded, and he collapsed with a loud bang. Half of his body felt numb, the ceiling was spinning in front of his eyes. Gu Yun had an illusion that he could never get up again.

Chang Geng put his hand on his pulse, and the usually cold hands on both sides were terribly hot as if he had just fished them out of a brazier: "Yifu, when did you start having a fever, did you know of this?"

Gu Yun moaned softly, exhaustion leaking from the cracks on his bones, his eyelids were too heavy to stay open. He struggled to ask, "Is my little mouse brother still alive?"

Chang Geng: "... Who?”

Huo Dan hurriedly followed after, taking out the little gray mouse from inside of his clothes at his chest, the creature was twisting about happily: "Marshal, it is alive and well."