Wang Ziheng woke groggily from his coma, feeling as if every bone in his body had shattered from the pain. The lower half of his body was buried in snow, and he was freezing all over. He struggled and crawled out of the snow, looking around uncertainly—where was this place?
He looked around, only to find himself at the bottom of a pitch-black valley.
All around him were dark mountains and accumulated snow and ice.
A narrow fissure stretched ahead to an unknown destination, while the other end merged with the mountain a hundred meters behind him.
Checking his health bar, he was left with just over three hundred health points, entering a near-death state. It was close—he had almost died.
Wang Ziheng mentally rejoiced at his luck, thankful he had chosen the Heroic Feat of a Master Thief, reducing fall damage by 75%.
Coupled with landing in a pile of snow, he miraculously survived; indeed, he must have stepped in dog shit for such good fortune.
