"Third brother, you’ve finally woken up?" Inside the tent prepared solely for Qi Jingyun, Qi Jingrong had been keeping watch. Seeing Qi Jingyun, who had fallen asleep after having a bowl of porridge, open his eyes, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"How long have I slept?" Qi Jingyun glanced around and then sat up.

"Three days." Qi Jingrong looked unhappy. If it weren’t for that old man Dao Xuzi saying that third brother was severely depleted and needed more sleep to recover, he would have been worried sick and would have wanted to take him back to see an Imperial Physician.

Qi Jingyun nodded slightly, then sat cross-legged and began to regulate his breath.

Seeing this, Qi Jingrong didn’t disturb him and just kept watch nearby.

Only after a small Zhou Tian did he let out a breath. Although Gu Qingheng had asked for thirty thousand taels of silver from him, the effect of the medicine pill was indeed excellent. Ten thousand taels per pill was really cheap. If this medicine pill appeared in the martial world, it would probably be snatched up like crazy.

With just three days, his inner strength had recovered by eighty percent. His external wounds had even scabbed over, and his damaged tendons had been well repaired.

In another two days, he should be able to fully recover.

The Cloud Sect is indeed not to be underestimated.

While he was thinking about this, a strange sound came.

"Third brother hasn’t eaten or drunk for three days, he must be hungry." Qi Jingrong quickly turned and walked out, "I’ll go get you some food."

Qi Jingyun touched his stomach and indeed felt hungry.

Qi Jingrong returned quickly, bringing three dishes and a soup.

Qi Jingyun devoured all the dishes, eating three large bowls of rice.

"Third brother, now that you’re back, isn’t it time to take back the command seal?" Qi Jingrong hadn’t spoken the whole time, but now, seeing Qi Jingyun had finished eating, he tentatively spoke up, "You don’t know the past days, Gu Qingheng has almost become a god in the hearts of the soldiers..."

Qi Jingyun looked at Qi Jingrong: "Old ten, if it were him who was captured, would you go and save him?"

Qi Jingrong was stunned for a moment and then suddenly frowned: "But third brother, how can he compare to you? He’s just..."

"What if it were the eighth brother who was captured?"

"Eighth prince?" Qi Jingrong frowned even more deeply, but soon curled his lips, "He’s in the Crown Prince’s camp, and if he really got captured, wouldn’t that be..."

"But he saved me." Qi Jingyun let out a breath and looked very calmly at Qi Jingrong.

"But... but..." Qi Jingrong suddenly didn’t know how to refute.

"Old ten." Qi Jingyun raised his hand and patted Qi Jingrong’s shoulder, "Indeed, I look down on the Crown Prince because his sickly appearance is frustrating, and how could Daxuan accept a sickly master? However, I never thought of using the means of bringing wolves into the house to overthrow the Crown Prince, because Daxuan is the Qi family’s empire. Whatever troubles we brothers have are family matters and should not allow outsiders to meddle."

"So, when the Crown Prince went on the northern campaign, third brother, you actively helped prepare provisions?"

"Yes, this time on the southern campaign, the Crown Prince didn’t sabotage me either." Qi Jingyun nodded. Not only did he not sabotage, but Yang Ruxin even proactively gave him a potion to suppress the herbalists. Unfortunately, he was captured before he could use it.

"Alright then." Qi Jingrong was a bit sulky, but he couldn’t deny that third brother was right, "I understand."

And for Gu Qingheng, although he had rescued the Cloud King, the real war had yet to begin. Thinking of those herbalists, his heart felt particularly heavy, so they must come up with a battle plan as soon as possible.