"Where... am I?" Xu Luo slowly opened his eyes, a profound sense of weakness washing over him.
After letting out a long breath, Xu Luo felt his mind clear slightly, and he looked around.
He was lying on a large, comfortable bed. The ceiling above was covered in wallpaper, its design filled with an exotic flair. Xu Luo was certain he had never seen this style of wallpaper before.
He shifted slightly, but a piercing pain shot through him, forcing him to stop immediately. At the same time, one thing became clear: he wasn't dead. It seemed... he had been rescued.
'But... where is this place?' Xu Luo couldn't help but think back to Huo Wanzhang's final attack that day.
'If I hadn't been poisoned, I should have been able to dodge that blow...' A bitter smile touched Xu Luo's lips. His Dantian was completely empty, as if nothing had ever been there. He couldn't even sense his Seven-Star Soul.
'Did I... did I survive by a fluke, only to lose all my strength?' Xu Luo wondered.
