"What are you moping around for? Your body is healed, wakeup!"
Dyon slowly opened his eyes to find himself back in the cultivation room, lying naked on a platform.
He shivered thinking about what he had just gone through. There had been no time in that state… Dyon's everything had been blanketed with endless pain.
'You could have at least warned me old man…'
"You should be getting on your knees and thanking me for saving your future. Not spouting this nonsense. Get up. I'm sending Alidor here."
Dyon suddenly jumped at the old man's words. There was more to do, he could just lie down and be complacent.
Flashing forward, Dyon leaped off of the platform.
"Whoa! Wait!" Flipping in the air, Dyon's feet landed on a far wall before he flipped back. 'What the hell…'
Dyon suddenly felt as though he was a spirit inside the body of a puppet he was controlling. Even when he looked down at his hands, it was as though someone else was moving them for him.
'That's not good…'
