The dark room lay utterly silent.
The rain outside had long since stopped.
Only a few strands of cold moonlight shone through the window.
Damn it! It hurts...
Cui Ciyou clenched his teeth.
He buried his face deep in the pillow made from some unknown beast's hide.
He fought to suppress the groans of agony that threatened to burst from deep within his throat.
It was back... that excruciating pain from the depths of his soul, clinging to him like maggots burrowing into bone.
Once again, it erupted without warning.
That bastard Dragon God's Battle Aura.
Is it still lingering in my body?
My mental power still isn't enough to eradicate it.
This really is pain that reaches into the soul.
Cold sweat poured from his forehead like a stream bursting its banks.
It soon soaked the pillow beneath him.
His body trembled with uncontrollable, violent spasms.
Even the wooden bed beneath him gave faint, teeth-grating creaks.
Every breath felt like swallowing molten iron.
The burning pain spread from his lungs through every part of his body.
It threatened to burn Cui Ciyou to ashes from the inside out.
Just as Cui Ciyou was locked in this silent, brutal struggle against the pain-
"Ciyou, what's wrong?"
A soft cry filled with worry and urgency suddenly came from outside the door-it was Sylphy.
Damn it, Sylphy's absurdly keen Half-Elf hearing.
She clearly picked up the faint sounds I was trying so hard to suppress.
"Go away. Don't come in."
Cui Ciyou mustered every ounce of strength to force out those words.
The extreme pain left his voice hoarse and distorted.
Cui Ciyou didn't want her-didn't want anyone-to see him in such a wretched state.
"I said, go away..." Cui Ciyou growled again, trying to drive her off with a sterner tone.