Only after an unknown length of time did Lin Mo slowly open his eyes.
Though he had clearly awakened, his eyes remained vacant and lifeless, as if his mind had suffered a devastating shock. For a long time, he failed to gather his wits.
"Young Master Lin, you're finally awake!"
Hearing Gongsun Fu, Shi Lan, and Xue Qingcheng calling anxiously beside him, Lin Mo steadied himself and realized he was lying on a bed in the City Lord's Manor.
His memories from before he lost consciousness gradually returned. Lin Mo abruptly sat up, then rushed to the window in blind panic and raised his head to stare at the sky.
Although it was broad daylight, there was no sign of the sun. Instead, that crimson blood moon still floated overhead.
Moreover, the Blood Eye that had opened within the rift still hung high in the heavens, emanating an extraordinarily eerie killing intent.
The instant Lin Mo looked at the Blood Eye, it seemed to lock onto him as well. Their gazes met across hundreds of miles, and a bone-piercing chill swept through him, as though he had plunged into an ice cellar.
Xue Qingcheng came to Lin Mo's side and said softly, "Lin Mo, you don't need to worry so much."
"You were unconscious for three days and three nights. Throughout those three days, the rift never stirred at all, and no giant beasts of unknown origin crawled out of it."
"I imagine nothing unexpected should happen anytime soon..."
"That's not right."
Before Xue Qingcheng could finish, Lin Mo shook his head dazedly, his eyes fixed on the sky, brimming with disbelief, panic, and dread.
"When I passed out three days ago, this Blood Eye was a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the blood moon in the sky."