Dawn arrived, and the numbing effect of the Mandala Juice on Ye Beiming's body had worn off.
Darkness still surrounded him.
Ye Beiming gave a bitter smile, realizing that regaining his sight was indeed a luxury.
Yet soon, he discovered small dots of light appearing within that darkness.
This was something that had not occurred in the past decade.
He suddenly sat up, stretched his hand in front of him, and waved it, seeing only blurry lights and shadows.
Ye Beiming, overwhelmed with joy, ignored his slightly numb body, struggled off the couch, and wanted to settle scores with Yun Sheng.
That Little Wildcat, she had schemed against him once again.
This time, he remembered clearly that he had been knocked unconscious by a peculiar Inner Strength hitting his acupoint.
There was no one in the house.
Using his sharp hearing, Ye Beiming detected no signs of life nearby, not even the puppy that always followed by Yun Sheng's side.
A foreboding feeling rose in Ye Beiming's heart.
