"What is this place?"
In the pitch-black room, a middle-aged man got up from the floor, looked at his surroundings, and murmured to himself.
"You're finally awake."
At this moment, a child's voice came from the corner. The middle-aged man quickly turned his gaze towards the corner, and in the darkness, he faintly saw a small silhouette.
"You are... you are Little Hua?" Thinking for a moment, the middle-aged man immediately recognized the other person's identity through the voice. He had been recovering at the Qingyun Martial Arts Hall for quite some time and had seen Little Hua often, so they weren't strangers.
"Little Hua, how are you, are you alright?" Nanrong Yuan asked with concern. To him, Little Hua was just a child, and it was only right to show some concern.
"I'm alright for now, but I can't say the same for later. Hey! Do you know who brought us here?"
