Rescue? A strong medicinal scent drifted into the youth's nostrils, making his nose twitch slightly despite having been unconscious for who knew how long.
Lu Yuanzhou slowly opened his eyes. What met them was an unfamiliar tent ceiling.
Layer upon layer of drifting cloud patterns had been embroidered onto the cloud-white brocade with silver thread.
Lu Yuanzhou was a little dazed.
He tried to struggle up from the soft bed, but the searing pain from his abdomen made beads of cold sweat instantly stream down his forehead.
Lu Yuanzhou lowered his head and glanced at the thick bandages wrapped around his body.
That pungent medicinal ointment smell was coming from him.
Lu Yuanzhou began recalling everything that had happened not long ago.
The two figures in dark crimson Daoist robes flashed through his mind.
The final scene in his memories was of a long blade piercing his abdomen, his internal organs being roasted by blazing flames—
And the two Southern Bright Sect cultivators in dark crimson Daoist robes exploding into two clouds of bloody mist.
Someone had saved him.
Which meant...
Having recovered somewhat from the pain, Lu Yuanzhou once again turned his attention to his current surroundings.
Beneath him was a large carved rosewood bed. Its posts were as thick as the mouths of bowls, their surfaces embossed with intricate trailing-vine patterns, every recessed groove filled with a thin layer of gold powder.
Directly opposite the bed stood a six-panel screen painted with landscapes, flowers, and birds. The brushwork was exquisite; one glance was enough to tell that it was no ordinary item.
How much silver would all this furniture be worth?
Lu Yuanzhou's heart was filled with shock.
He had grown up in a small town on the northern frontier of the Southern Bright Region.
In truth, rather