Joshua woke up earlier than everyone expected, including Ling and Ying.
The flesh of his upper body had been thoroughly incinerated; he was kept on the brink solely by divine powers. If it was not for Father Nature's healing such wounds meant certain death, though none of them expected him to wake up that quickly even with such levels of mending.
Both Ling and Ying had even resolved to wait for months—even years.
Nevertheless, things were simpler now that the warrior had woken up.
After looking around, Joshua could tell that he was in a room within his own residence. Nonetheless, he never slept here year in year out; for him, resting meant finding a spot in the study or the hall to shut his eyes. That was why he never used these quarters much—and come to think of it, this case of coma was the first time he slept on a bed within the residence.
"What happened when I was out?"
