As If Falling into a Bewildering Mist

Thud!

Li Yan's body crashed heavily back down. The fall sent stars bursting before his eyes, and waves of dizziness surged over him again like the tide.

Just then, the door was shoved open, and a tall figure was cast into the room.

The newcomer spotted Li Yan on the bed at once. The blankets had slipped below his abdomen, and his chest was heaving violently.

"Immortal Master, Immortal Master, you're awake!"

A rough voice reached Li Yan's ears.

Yet within his buzzing head, it seemed to come from the distant horizon.

Li Yan struggled to open his eyes and see the visitor clearly, but in the dim light, his once razor-sharp vision could make out only a blurred figure swiftly approaching him.

After an unknown amount of time, Li Yan felt something warm slide down his throat.

Soon afterward, a warm current rose within his abdomen.

The warm current quickly flowed through his limbs and bones, and Li Yan's mind gradually began to clear.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself half-reclining against the bed.

A man stood before him, holding a large bowl in one hand.

Through the blur, Li Yan did not recognize the man's appearance.

Then Li Yan jolted in alarm, countless thoughts flooding into his mind.

The Yin Devil Cliff fissure, Wei Zhongran, Zhao Min, the seven-colored space...

White light... he had entered the white light, and then... right, Zhao Min. Where was Zhao Min?

As these thoughts rose, focus gradually returned to Li Yan's pupils.

The warm currents coursing through his body gave his weak frame some strength, and the stabbing pain in his head was no longer as severe as before.

"Immortal Master, Immortal Master..."

An urgent voice came from afar, drawing closer until it filled Li Yan's ears and pulled