"Damn, I had soaked this handkerchief in potion before." This was the last sentence Leng Yanhua heard before passing out.
...
At this moment, on the other side of the game world, inside a luxurious palace, a tall and imposing man stood with his back to the throne, dressed in black Mystic Armor. His smooth black hair slipped over his Black Eagle Mask, giving him the appearance of a Ghost Envoy emerging from Hell.
A black giant eagle landed on his shoulder, and after a while, he murmured to himself, "Slash All Things, huh?"
He raised his hand and picked up a token from the large obsidian table.
A black eagle flew out from the shadows of the great hall, grabbed the token, and flew out of the palace.
...
"Wake up." Ai Li patted Leng Yanhua's face repeatedly.
"Huh? What happened to me?" Leng Yanhua slowly woke up, somewhat bewildered.
