When Ma Ying Jie finally woke up, his first sight was Fei Cai's joyous smiling face.
Fei Cai shouted: "Young tribe leader, you are finally awake!"
The simple and honest voice warmed Ma Ying Jie's heart. He struggled to sit upright, but the intense pain caused him to grimace and froth started to bubble from his mouth, he was barely able to ask: "Where is this place?"
Fei Cai scratched his head, and said in shame: "I also don't know where this is, but we should have escaped the battlefield."
"Battlefield?" Ma Ying Jie suddenly started and immediately asked, "The battle, what happened?"
"We lost, lord young tribe leader. Many people escaped and even more people surrendered." Fei Cai answered.
Ma Ying Jie's face turned pale white and his body shook, almost fainting down, but luckily Fei Cai was supporting his back.
