"Brother Bardon Bard, you're finally awake!"
Prajna Bates hurriedly ran over, her eyes red, and said, "Do you know, you've been unconscious for three days! You really scared us!"
"What the hell?!"
Bardon Bard's mouth twitched, "I've been unconscious for three days?!"
"Yep, yep!"
Prajna Bates nodded repeatedly.
Lionel Yeager walked over and asked, "Bardon, do you know how you got knocked out?"
"Ss..."
Bardon Bard slapped his forehead, recalling, "Hey, didn't I charge at those three old fellas, Louis Corcoran, Kevin Franklin, and Sam Lee? Then I was sent flying by them..."
"What else?"
Yeager asked again.
Bardon thought for a moment and exclaimed, "I remember now! I think I saw my master right before I passed out!"
But then he shook his head repeatedly, "No, no, how could my master suddenly appear? I must've been dreaming!"
Yeager asked with a puzzled face, "Bardon, don't you remember anything else besides that?"
"Other things?"
