The sound of water filled my ears.
"Have they already been resurrected? Eying, Sea Master, such speed... Huff, a bit tired, why can't I see anything..."
My vision was blurry, and I completely lost my sense of touch.
I tried to open my eyes, everywhere I looked was shrouded in a dark yellow halo, like a dim kerosene lamp at midnight, unable to distinguish between things, directions, or even inside and out.
Beside my ear was the drip-drip sound of a leaky faucet in the dead of night.
It was irksome to hear.
A hint of dampness surrounded me, and Liang Qu suspected that Long Eying and the Sea Master had taken him underwater.
"Does death lead to losing the sense of time? Perhaps it's not too bad?"
I thought I would sink into oblivion for a long time, finding myself in another world, perhaps the Dream Dynasty, but contrary to expectation, with just a brief nap, I regained consciousness.
Exhaustion.
Utter exhaustion.
