After an unknown amount of time, ah Feng woke up from his coma, and his consciousness began to clear.
Recalling his previous encounter, ah Feng's heart was filled with vigilance. The first thing he did was to confirm his situation.
If he was in danger, he had to find a way to get out of it. He couldn't just wait for death.
His surroundings were eerily quiet. He felt that his eyelids were very heavy and he could not open them at all.
It was as if he was the only one left in the entire world, and his originally numb senses were slowly recovering.
Ah Feng had a feeling that he was half lying on a large bed, very soft and comfortable.
Then who had placed him on the chair? was it his companion or a cultivator from the White stream tower?
As ah Feng thought of this, he suddenly felt his eyes starting to itch, as if his eyeballs were growing out.
It was as if the eyes did not exist before this.
it's really strange. Why would I have such an idea? "
