"Where am I?"
Xu Nian opened his eyes, but what caught his sight was a dilapidated rooftop.
"You're finally awake? I thought you were a goner!"
Just then, a childish voice came from the side, and soon Xu Nian saw a teenage boy around thirteen or fourteen years old walking over with a bowl of medicinal soup.
The boy had an average appearance, dark skin, and was dressed in simple clothes, with several holes in his trousers, and he didn't have any cultivation, clearly just an ordinary villager.
"Where is this? How did I end up here?" Xu Nian asked curiously.
