Yang Ge woke up groggily, his eyes hollow as he stared at the ceiling beam for a long while. His foggy mind finally booted up, like an old computer restarting, and he slowly recalled the events before he had lost consciousness.
He didn't know what had happened after he lost consciousness.
But given that he was still alive and lying on a warm, soft bed, it meant that he'd weathered that crisis.
'Two master experts of returning to True Qi, more than twenty good hands at the Qi Sea level... Very good!'
He calculated in his heart, slowly sat up, and hoarsely called out, "Someone come!"
"Squeak."
An embroidered-uniformed guard pushed the door open and quickly stepped inside. Upon seeing Yang Ge sitting up, he exclaimed joyfully, "My lord, you've awakened!"
Yang Ge smacked his dry lips, stretched out his hand, and said, "Bring me a bowl of water."
