(Girls' Literature)
In the haze, it seemed as though white light was desperately trying to bore through the slits of his tightly shut eyes.
A faint, fragrant scent of burning incense drifted into his ears.
Then came the sound of people talking. There seemed to be quite a few of them, and their words were a chaotic jumble, impossible to make heads or tails of.
Ye Tian slowly opened his eyes. What greeted him was a somewhat crude roof beam, stretching overhead atop several supporting pillars.
Thin wooden strips lay closely arranged together, forming the top of the building.
It was somewhat shabby and impoverished.
More important than observing his surroundings was Ye Tian's current condition.
Calming his mind and sensing carefully, Ye Tian fortunately discovered that he had not suffered any injuries. He was in excellent condition.
"You're finally awake?" a voice sounded.
Ye Tian opened his eyes and saw a young man who looked to be in his early twenties staring intently at him. There was a rather ferocious scar on the young man's face, running from the corner of his left eye all the way across to his right jaw.
The young man wore a black Daoist robe, his hair tied in a topknot, with a wooden sword strapped to his back.
Ye Tian frowned slightly. Though this young man did not look old, he was actually at the early-stage True Immortal realm.
Voices continued coming from all around. Ye Tian swept his gaze over the area and found roughly a dozen people nearby. They wore the same Daoist robes as the scarred young man and all carried wooden swords on their backs.
Ye Tian guessed that these people belonged to some sect.
The place they were in seemed to be a somewhat abandoned temple. Inside stood