Mu Can was jolted awake by a loud noise.
He cautiously checked the cave entrance and saw no signs of disturbance; reassured, Mu Can slowly sat up.
It would have been terribly unjust had someone managed to sneak up on him and kill him in his sleep.
Glancing at the sword wound on his stomach, he noticed that it had stopped bleeding and even begun to scab over. There seemed to be no major issue now, a testament to the formidable physique that cultivation of Mystic Dragon Nine Revolutions afforded Mu Can.
Had it been anyone else, even a cultivator of the Martial Venerate Level, a sword piercing through the abdomen would not only preclude further combat but take a long time to recover.
That's the way with cultivators; the more powerful they are, the less susceptible to injury, but once injured, the harder it is to heal.
