Rather than laying down in the bed like he should be for a nap, Qianxun was sat at the table by the bed. He had his head supported by one hand and could have been mistaken for being in deep thought. Only that wasn't it at all. Instead he was fast asleep, breathing deep as he rested where he sat.

Behind him, floating against the wall in a nest of energy, was a pipa. If one were paying attention they would find that the energy radiating off of it and surrounding it was the same that Qianxun gave off naturally.

The Immortal though, kept sleeping for the time being.