When Jiang Bei regained consciousness again, he had no idea what time it was.
He struggled to open his eyes, and what entered his sight was a crude wooden roof.
"Hiss!!"
He froze for an instant, then suddenly sat up. The movement tugged at his wounds, making him grimace in pain.
After that, he hurriedly looked around. This was an extremely simple wooden hut, plainly furnished with only a bed, a table, and a chair.
A faint, bitter fragrance of medicine drifted through the air.
Immediately after, he abruptly lowered his head to look at himself, only to see that his body was covered in strips of cloth, wrapped up tightly. Clearly, someone had treated his injuries.
"Th-this... where is this?!"
Jiang Bei's heart shook, and he was utterly at a loss.
He clearly remembered that when the Heavenly Mandate Pill's medicinal power was about to run out, he had forced himself to dive toward a valley below. But before he even landed, the medicinal power had completely faded, and then his vision went black as he lost consciousness entirely.
How had he ended up here?
Suddenly, at that moment, he noticed something. On the wooden table beside the bed lay a pearl.
It was none other than his Divine Concealment Pearl.
"My Divine Concealment Pearl?"
Jiang Bei's pupils shrank slightly. He reached out to take it, but the motion pulled at the wound in his arm, making him suck in a cold breath of pain once more.
"Creak!"
Yet just then, the door of the wooden hut was pushed open.
Afterward, an old man in a gray cloth robe walked in, carrying an earthenware bowl.
The old man's figure was somewhat hunched, and his face was covered in wrinkles, but his eyes were not cloudy. They were clear and