"Feng'er, wake up!"
"Stop sleeping. Wake up."
In his haze, Zhao Feng saw two blurred faces. He looked closely but could not make them out. They seemed to be his parents from his previous life, yet also seemed to be Zhao Youlin and Yang Shi.
He reached out to grasp them, but they were so far away. And yet so close.
Fragments of his past came flooding in all at once.
The loneliness of modern society in his previous life, the frantic life of a corporate drone, then his idle days in this life, martial training, the Martial Examination, the Martial Suppression Bureau... all those fragments surged into his mind until his head felt ready to burst.
What seemed like another long stretch of time passed.
Faint voices drifted over.
"Has His Highness still not woken up?" Zhao Feng recognized Li Cheng'en's voice.
"Not yet." The other voice belonged to Lu Bing.
"His Majesty has asked several times. His Highness has been unconscious for a month now." Li Cheng'en sighed.
"Word has already begun leaking out. The Hidden World Sect, the Barbarian God Hall to the north, and even the Heavenly Demon Cult in the Southern Border have all reacted. We won't be able to keep the news under wraps much longer."
Lu Bing spoke.
"Even within the Imperial Court, the Empress Dowager has been asking after His Highness's whereabouts."
The two fell silent. Although the Prince of Northern Pacification was only in the innate realm, he had long since become a pillar of the Imperial Court without anyone quite realizing it. Not only did he command the Imperial Personal Guard, but he also enjoyed immense prestige among the field armies.
Especially after he had taken first place at the Hidden Sect Grand Assembly and received the greatest share of