Under a high fever, one's perception of the outside world diminishes significantly, but for Daoists like them, who often clash with evil spirits, the obviously sluggish air and surrounding sounds make them more sensitive than ordinary people.
And this fever was very strange.
He had always been robust, not to mention daily swordsmanship practice. In theory, even if he went winter-swimming in the Lotus Pond, it shouldn't result in such a severe illness.
But in fact, he had only fallen into the pond briefly, came up quickly, stayed warm and took medicine, yet it did nothing to prevent the onset of the fever.
He also found it somewhat odd and attributed these occurrences to the uncanny things that Tang Jin had mentioned.
Only now, as he struggled to open his eyes, he felt an extraordinary heaviness all over his body—
Every part of his body felt as though it had been run over by a wheel, moving even his fingertips required a tremendous effort.
