In the hot spring, white mist lingered. Zheng Fan sat in the pool with a towel draped over his shoulders, only his neck and head exposed above the water's surface.
This water was not from a hot spring, of course. There wasn't a spot in Hutou City from which one could channel hot spring water. However, after Siniang's special concoction, it was comfortable even after soaking for a long time and wouldn't cause pruned skin.
Before Zheng Fan, a stone floated on the water, also draped with a small towel.
A man and a stone soaked quietly together; it was hard to tell who was soaking whom.
It had been some time since Zheng Fan awoke, but Mo Wan remained just a stone.
Zheng Fan felt rather helpless about this. He didn't know if the stone looked down on him, its father, or if it was just plain lazy.
Probably, it's just too lazy to move. Yes, that must be it.
Tomorrow, his formal training would begin. For a moment, Zheng Fan felt a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.
