Hundred-Thousand-Year Golden Dragon Crocodile Inner Armor

Spirit City, atop Holy Mountain, Worship Hall.

Qin Ming's consciousness slowly returned. A moment later, a distinct dull pain yanked him back to reality.

Qin Ming suddenly opened his eyes, only to see a dazzling white jade ceiling. Turning his head, he found himself lying on a bed made of white jade.

"Awake?"

A clear, mellow voice carrying a hint of laziness suddenly sounded beside Qin Ming's ear, crisp enough to jolt him awake.

Qin Ming struggled to prop himself up slightly. His gaze passed over the bandages on his chest and landed at the foot of the bed, where Guang Ling sat sideways with a lazy look in his eyes. Between his fingers, he twirled an ice-blue arrow roughly two fingers long. Its fletching was made of exceptionally rare snow-white feathers, and he idly spun it around.

"Fifth Martial Uncle?" Qin Ming asked in confusion, unable to understand why Guang Ling was here.

He remembered that before losing consciousness, he had been seriously wounded by a claw from that Demon Jiao Soul Saint. Yue Guan had then arrived on the battlefield, but as the Demon Jiao Soul Saint's Martial Soul poison gradually invaded his body, his consciousness had slowly faded.

Then, when he woke up, he was here, and Guang Ling was sitting beside him.

"Don't move. Lie down." Guang Ling tapped a finger, and a gentle yet irresistible wave of Soul Power quietly enveloped Qin Ming, pressing him lightly back onto the bed.

"You injured your heart meridian this time. It isn't suitable for you to move around too much right now, so just lie still."

Hearing Guang Ling's words, Qin Ming did not argue and obediently remained lying on the bed.

But he immediately asked his question. "Fifth Martial Uncle, where is this?"

"Isn't that obvious? This