```The voice was like a rusty old copper bell that hadn't tolled for hundreds of years suddenly striking. At first, it vibrated the forest and halted the clouds, as loud as thunder piercing one's ears, deafening and disorienting, and then the echoes lingered endlessly, coiling and reverberating between the mountains and forests, without any sign of ceasing.
The drowsy and nearly willess Lin Suqing, stirred by the clear sound as if it could split stones and clouds, slowly awakened. His body was very sore, but not in pain, except for his head where it felt like two chisels were incessantly hammering on either side, throbbing with pain. At the front of his forehead, his entire head hurt as if a thin snake had been trapped inside, desperately writhing and causing agonizing pain.
