Inside a grand hall that stretched endlessly, cold and unforgiving.
Marble floors polished bright enough to reflect faces.
Ye Mo, sprawled on the floor, slowly opened his eye and looked around the dark surroundings in confusion.
'Hmm? Where am I?'
He clearly remembered that he had been fighting something…
'Ackk…! My head hurts.'
He clutched his head, trying to remember, but he couldn't recall what he had been facing.
'…What just happened?' Ye Mo murmured.
But when nothing came to mind, he simply shook his head and smiled.
'Well, if I don't remember it, then it must've been something unimportant.'
He scoffed it off with a bright grin as he looked around.
'And this place looks familiar…' he murmured.
Then he finally noticed someone kneeling behind him and glanced back casually.
'Eh?' Ye Mo's eyes widened as he saw… himself.
Or rather, himself as a kid.
A much smaller Ye Mo knelt in the center, wrists bound by heavy black chains.
