Lu Xiaobu slowly awakened.
He wasn't pretending to sleep, but was truly asleep.
The main reason was his headache, which made him a bit agitated, so he used sleep as a way to cope.
No choice, falling from such a height, even steel and iron bones would ache!
When he opened his eyes, he rubbed his head and seemed puzzled: "Where am I?"
"You are at Hengqin Academy." A woman's voice sounded.
Upon hearing a voice, Lu Xiaobu's vigilance soared instantly, reaching for his knife.
"Don't bother searching, I've taken your knife." The woman spoke again: "Quite strong."
At this moment, Lu Xiaobu warily looked towards the direction of the voice.
A woman, seemingly about thirty years old, still charming. Of course, judging a cultivator by appearance is the most foolish approach.
What caught Lu Xiaobu's attention was the weariness in the woman's eyes.
Clearly, not someone easy to deceive.
"Tell me, which small world do you come from? What's it called?"
The woman spoke indifferently.
