A stone ceiling high above came into John's view as he opened his eyes. His eyelids were heavy and slow to open, as if he had slept for a thousand years.
He groaned softly as he sat up, pain wracking his entire body. After sitting up, the memories of the battle against the FrostFire Tiger returned to him, reminding him of the reason his body was in such a sorry condition.
"I guess I overdid it a bit," John mumbled to himself before looking around to take in his surroundings.
His eyes widened as a familiar figure came into view, and he quickly stood up through the pain as his aura began to surge, ready to pounce with power. Just ten feet away from him was the large FrostFire Tiger, lying on the floor, staring directly at him.
"Calm down, you're not in danger," Daoist Eternal Weapon's voice sounded out, to which John turned towards. He spotted Daoist Eternal Weapon standing before his forging table, working on some sort of item.
