Yin Zhaorong laughed softly, she didn't actually intend to catch up. She murmured to herself, "Did I scream that miserably back then? I vaguely remember that the pain was so unbearable I couldn't help but yell out loud. Little Dong Dong, you've embarrassed your master once again!"
When Ji Dong regained consciousness, he found himself lying in the wooden house again. When he opened his eyes, he felt completely weak, a feeling of soreness spreading throughout his body, a faint warmth coursing through the joints of his bones.
Although this feeling of soreness was also uncomfortable, compared to the previous pain, it was far better. Breathing lightly, Ji Dong felt like his body had recovered to normal. Even his willpower felt as if everything that had just occurred was part of a nightmare.
