Wushan Town, Baruch Mansion.
Linley lay on the bed in his room. The Dragonblood Warrior Bloodline had given him tremendous recovery abilities; a blow from a Saint had only left him unconscious for three days. Birds called outside the window, their cries faint and distant, as though they came from another world.
Holding his head, he sat up in bed. His headache had not faded. It felt as though someone had stuffed a wad of cotton into his brain, leaving it swollen and dull.
His memories were somewhat hazy. He only remembered charging into Clayde's circle of guards and raising Purple Blood. Then a beam of white light had descended from the sky, and he remembered nothing after that.
"This is... Wushan Town?" He looked around. The bed was the same one he had slept in since childhood, and his childhood belongings still sat on the windowsill, covered in a layer of dust.
A flash of white light crossed the Coiling Dragon Ring, imperceptible to ordinary people. Doehring Cowart's soul appeared in the room. Concern showed on the old man's face, but his tone remained as unhurried as ever.
"Linley, how do you feel?"
"Grandpa Doehring." Linley rubbed his temples. "Much better. How many days was I unconscious?"
"Three days." Doehring floated over to the bed. "Do you remember what happened?"
"Not clearly." Linley tried to recall, but only fragments remained in his mind. "I just remember Loa suddenly appearing. He was already a Saint. Then I woke up in bed."
Doehring nodded. "That's right. You were already barely keeping yourself conscious then. Loa had his Pegasus Magical Beast bring you, Bebe, and Wangcai back first while he handled the aftermath. He returned soon afterward and has been checking on you throughout these three days to see whether you were