Lu Ban woke to the sight of a familiar ceiling.
He found himself seemingly at home, everything felt like a dream.
Wanting to get up, it was then that he realized that he seemed unable to stand.
"Don't move, or it will spill out,"
said Feng Yu's voice. Lu Ban turned towards her.
From within Feng Yu's pupils, Lu Ban saw his own reflection.
There wasn't much to describe; he was just a pot of stuff.
It looked like a mixture of flesh, sludge, and something unidentifiable.
"Is this me?"
Lu Ban was somewhat astonished.
Although, by all accounts, his physical form had already perished, and what remained of his soul was likely nearly worn out from its contact with the Ancient Overlord, his condition was exceedingly poor, yet he had not quite expected to end up like this after being saved.
"When I found you, this was all that was left. I don't think anything's missing."
