"Well, well, if it isn't Brother Huai!"
"Last I saw you, you were the golden boy of the Liuli Sect, a true disciple living it up. How'd you end up face-down in the Illusion Realm after just a few days?"
When Ye Huai jolted awake from his pleasant dream, the first thing he saw was some young punk crouched against the wall, dripping with sarcasm.
Ye Huai tried to push himself up but felt his cheek burning hot. He braced his hand on the ground, then touched his face, and looked up at the kid with confusion clouding his eyes.
"I... what happened to me?"
He tried to remember, but his mind was blank.
His gaze fell on the guy who'd once sworn vengeance against him, the same bastard now smirking at his misery. But the kid just shrugged innocently.
"Don't look at me. I didn't touch you. When I got here, you were already out cold on the floor."
"I remember... I was planning to..." Ye Huai pressed his palm to his forehead, struggling to piece things together.
