The moment he finished speaking his guilt-ridden words to Yang Na, Li Huowang's tense spirit finally gave way, and he passed out completely.
The sounds of footsteps, shouts, and Yang Na's weeping gradually faded as everything around him fell silent.
He didn't know how much time had passed before he was roused, choking on the strong smell of incense.
The only color he could see was the blue of the sky. It took him a good while to come to his senses and realize he was lying on his back, staring upward. The gentle rocking of the waves against the hull and the feel of the wooden deck beneath him made it clear that he was back on the ship.
When Li Huowang finally lowered his raised head, the scene before him made his pupils contract in shock.
