The past few days seemed to have been very exhausting for Yan Liqiang. As soon as he lost consciousness, he felt as though he had fallen into a deep slumber. Uncertain of how much time had passed, when Yan Liqiang woke up, he found himself lying in a mountain cave. The first thing that came into his view when he opened his eyes were stalactites which were hanging from above the cave ceiling like gigantic bamboo shoots. Water droplets dripped to the ground from the stalactites, forming a small pool about ten meters away from him.
A ray of light shined through the crack in the ceiling of the cave. The entire cave appeared to be extremely silent. Only the dripping sound of water droplets reverberated in Yan Liqiang's ears.
Yan Liqiang's thoughts froze for two seconds before everything came flooding back to his mind again. He recalled the battle at the foot of Longhu Mountain, the old herb gatherer, and the scene before he lost his consciousness...
