When Yu Siang opened his eyes again, there was no one else watching over him.
The Heavenly Emperor felt his mind in various states of chaos, as if a massive jumble of paste was being stirred around; Yu Siang felt that he had forgotten something most important.
He propped himself up on his elbow and slowly sat up.
Yu Siang opened his mouth and discovered that his throat felt as though it had been scorched by fire, extremely uncomfortable, and his lips were chapped.
Yu Siang directly rolled out of bed, walked to the round table in the middle of the room, poured himself a cup of Jade Dew Qiong Nectar, and drank it in one go.
It finally eased the discomfort in his throat.
Yu Siang gently massaged his throbbing temples and then sat on a chair by the table, supporting his forehead with one hand, trying to straighten out the chaotic thoughts in his mind.
A keyword suddenly flashed in Yu Siang's mind: Zique Continent.
