Thump, thump.
"Young Master, it's noon...aren't you going to school?"
Lost in boundless darkness.
Liu Dehui suddenly hears a voice from the outside world.
"Ugh..."
His head throbbing as if it was about to split open.
He groaned.
The next second.
Whoosh!
Liu Dehui's eyes flung open, and he bolted up from bed.
Too forceful.
A loud 'bang' echoed in the room.
His head slammed hard into the ceiling, creating a hole.
Bits of rubble mixed with a small amount of white dust sputtered down, covering Liu Dehui.
But he was too preoccupied to care.
Instead, he vigilant, gazed around the room.
The last thing Liu Dehui remembered was being at the Holy Sect's base.
He only remembered a man in a pure black mask and black robe gripping him.
The black ring on his finger morphed into a twisting snake and slithered towards his eyes.
And then, nothing.
Liu Dehui had no recollection of what happened next.
"Did... Did I not die?"
The pain in his brain gradually subsided.
