To Li Shan's surprise, the moment he stepped outside, a sharp pain struck the top of his head and he collapsed instantly. Amidst his hazy consciousness, he vaguely heard the guard sneer, "The brat's got good fortune..."
When he regained consciousness, he was on a muddy riverbank. The sky had already grown dark, and the river made a rustling sound, with occasional splashes of water spraying against his face, cold and biting, soaking the upper half of his body.
He sat up in a single motion and looked around, but spotted no one. After dazed moments, he cautiously performed a task: he used the Heavenly Serpent Method to circulate his vital breath, causing a layer of illusory gray scales to manifest on his body, his eyes transforming into slit pupils with a yellowish light and an innate, chilling aura.
There was still no reaction from the surroundings.
You must know that back in the prison, even if his cultivation remained unhindered, whenever he dared pull such a trick, he would inevitably suffer a beating. How could it be like now, with only the lazy river lazily brushing against the shore?
Li Shan finally a thought arose: Could it be that I've been released? Then...
He leaped to his feet abruptly, gazing in all directions. Under the pitch-black sky, jagged stones overlapped across the mud flat, and for a moment he could not clearly see whether anyone was there. Anxious at heart, he called out, "Sun Jie, are you there?"
His voice traveled far into the distance, even sweeping across the river surface, yet there was no response whatsoever.
Li Shan's expression dimmed. Initially, although he and Sun Jie were imprisoned separately, they were not far apart and could occasionally meet. But half a year ago, for reasons unknown to the