An Lin felt like he had died.
At that moment, he recalled his days running under the sun and his life of cultivation…
Within a murky greyness.
A faint medicinal aroma wafted by.
He opened his eyes with great difficulty to find that he was lying on a bed, beside which a pot of medicine was sitting over a fire.
"I… I didn't die…"
He was just about to move his body when a searing pain erupted.
"Ah…!"
An Lin let loose a pained cry as he let loose a torrent of abuse in his heart. Stupid c*nt kirin, don't you know you're injured? Why are you trying to move?
His movements were out of his control, but he could feel all of the resulting pain.
What a bizarre experience!
At this moment, a crisp, pleasant voice sounded.
"You're awake?"
A woman in a cream-colored dress walked gracefully into the room and cocked her head to the side as she examined An Lin with curious eyes. "You're a kirin?"
