Lin Xin groggily opened his eyes.
An unprecedented wave of exhaustion welled up from his heart. His entire body felt sore and limp, without the slightest strength to move.
The scene before Lin Xin's eyes slowly shifted from blurry to clear.
Before him was a black ceiling wall engraved with mysterious symbols.
He felt that he was lying flat on a large, soft bed.
He moved his arm slightly.
Crack!
With a crisp sound, his arm felt as though it had not moved for years, stiff beyond belief. Even bending it took effort.
The rest of his body was the same. He had no strength to move at all; everything was completely rigid.
With the slightest movement, he heard a string of crisp cracking sounds.
"You're awake?" A delicate, timid voice came from the corner.
Lin Xin turned his head, hearing his neck crack. It felt as if his entire head had been jolted.
He saw that he was in a square black metal room. It was not large, but it was exquisitely decorated, with every piece of furniture one could need. Thick black carpets covered the walls and floor.
At intervals along the walls were tiny silver-threaded peacocks. Their heads protruded outward, each holding a white-glowing pearl in its beak. These were the room's light sources.
The voice had come from the corner of the room. A young girl wearing nothing at all was peering timidly at Lin Xin.
Lin Xin opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but his throat seemed to have been burned to ruin. No sound came out.
The girl had fair skin and a beautiful face, with an air of clear spirituality about her. Her long black hair fell to her chest and abdomen. She possessed a beauty untouched by worldly concerns.
"Young master... you