Yuan Ming gradually regained consciousness after an indeterminate amount of time, slowly sitting up from the ground.
Surrounding fog swirled and drifted, obscuring his view of the sun and making it impossible for him to judge how long he had been unconscious.
His mind was still a bit muddled, and only after shaking his head did he recall the events that led to his fainting, hastily scanning his surroundings.
Although the will of the Purple-Black Demon Vine had been crushed by his Beast Taming Technique, considering the tenacity of such a creature, it might not be dead.
All was quiet around him, not a single insect was to be found, let alone the demon vine.
The Green Fish Sword was slanted into the ground beside him, the blade emitting a faint glow.
"Not seeing the corpse of the demon vine means it probably isn't dead. Could it have escaped by tunneling underground?" Yuan Ming muttered to himself.
