That voice, like a Brahma Sound, vanished in an instant. Before Shen Haoran could respond, a piercing pain jolted him back to reality. "Hiss..." The excruciating pain from his leg made him gasp.
Shen Haoran opened his eyes and looked down at his leg. He hadn't thought much of the pain, but one look almost made him want to cry out of sheer frustration!
Beside his bed, a boy with short, wavy hair dressed in crimson cultivation robes was relentlessly poking his leg with a branch. While poking, he muttered to himself, "Why isn't he waking up? Don't tell me he's dead! Oh, that would be perfect. If you die, that pretty sister will be all mine, hehehe!" Listening to the boy and watching his exaggerated expressions, Shen Haoran's own face darkened with irritation.
"Ahem..." Finally, unable to listen any longer, Shen Haoran let out a dry cough or two to let the boy know he was awake.
