His whole body was ice-cold, and there was a throbbing pain in his mind, as if he were being completely drained. Before he could react, Yang Xiao lost consciousness in an instant.
...
He didn't know how much time had passed when Yang Xiao groggily woke up, smelling an enticing aroma of meat.
Forcing his eyes open, he noticed flickering firelight nearby. He found himself in a damp and chilly cave, with twisted cave walls illuminated by the fire.
Instinctively wanting to sit up, he realized with some effort that his hands and feet were bound, tightly tied with rough vines.
Yang Xiao did not rashly struggle. By the dim light in the cave, he saw several other bound people nearby. Counting himself, there were five in total, with one woman having an injury on her leg.
Holding his breath and listening carefully, he heard voices outside the cave, sounding like an argument.
Steadying his nerves, Yang Xiao looked around and roughly assessed his current situation.
