Mo Wen lay on the bed for the whole night, motionless. It was not until the following morning that he could move his arm slightly. However, wanting to stand up was still somewhat difficult.
Mo Wen discovered that he lay in a shabby looking wooden house. The doors, windows, and furniture all seemed somewhat old, but they were very clean, and the ground seemed spotless.
He did not know how he had got here. In his blurry memory, it seemed that a young maiden had rescued him. He had been completely unconscious. However, an ancient martial art practitioner of his level would always maintain a sharp sense of the surrounding events. If danger approached, even if they were unconscious, they had the ability to somewhat respond.
