Upon waking up, Gu Ryu groaned and sat up from the wooden bed, glancing around.
He felt the throbbing in his neck from the deadly thrust he had received.
He was grateful that the Tier 3 Knight hadn't used his full power, as it could have broken his neck.
"Is this a prison?" he asked, noticing that the cell was unlike a typical prison cell.
The room was small, with no metal bars and well-maintained walls. A square mirror hung on one wall, and a small table sat in the center of the room.
Gu Ryu recognized the familiar devices in the corner of the room that disrupted a cultivator's Dantian to absorb Spiritual Qi.
As the door opened, he quickly assumed a defensive stance.
Contrary to his expectations, a skinny tall man dressed in a Tang suit enters the room not a Knight.
"Well, young man. Why don't we start telling me your name."
Gu Ryu scrutinized him which made the latter hug his thin body dramatically and bite his lower lip.
