"Faster!"
"Even faster!"
Between the main road and the farmsteads, the cold glint of weapons from the charging iron cavalry flashed in the night, shattering the crowd of people ahead. Lu Mingyuan groggily regained consciousness, as if waking from a long, vivid dream.
It seemed he had arrived inside the Scroll World.
Then, he discovered his body was incredibly weak and his lips were so parched they had started to crack.
Water.
He wanted to drink water!
But when Lu Mingyuan looked down, he found himself standing in pools of blood!
Reflected in a puddle of blood on the ground, he saw a young, gaunt face.
He immediately realized his body had transformed into that of a thirteen-year-old boy, almost as frail as a toddler.
Yet he still possessed a body of flesh and blood, with a very real sense of sight, hearing, smell, and touch.
