Gray Eagle Tribe

When Zhang Tie regained consciousness, his first sensation was that his head was about to split apart, while his entire body felt as heavy as if a ten-thousand-jin boulder were pressing down on it.

The memories from before he passed out returned to Zhang Tie's mind. He knew he had fallen into someone else's trap, but even now, he still could not figure out what that strange mist had been.

The mental energy in his mind had returned to normal by then. After checking its condition, Zhang Tie let out a sigh of relief. No matter what, as long as there was nothing wrong with his mental energy, he still had a trump card to protect himself.

A creaking sound came from beside his ears, and his body was swaying slightly. Zhang Tie abruptly opened his eyes.

What greeted his eyes was a low, gray-black canvas roof, along with that masked woman. She sat with her back to him inside the carriage, her legs drawn up, both arms wrapped around her knees. Her entire body swayed gently along with the carriage.

For some reason, the moment Zhang Tie saw that posture, he felt that the woman seemed somewhat frail at that moment.

Perhaps Zhang Tie's gaze had alerted her. The woman turned around, and her eyes met his.

Before Zhang Tie could say anything, the woman hurriedly adjusted her posture, returning to a cross-legged position.

"Awake? You woke up several hours earlier than I expected!" The woman's voice was still icy.

"Is that so? I think I woke up too late. I didn't even know when I fell into your trap!" Zhang Tie gave a bitter smile and tried to get up, only to discover that there was now something around his neck and wrists—a restraining collar. Not only that,