For a long while, the nauseating smell of blood was carried away by the gentle breeze. Ning Xian's chest heaved as he abruptly opened his eyes, jolted awake.
"Huff... Ha..."
Sweat dripped from his forehead as he gasped for air, a fleeting confusion flashing across his eyes.
"I..."
He sat up, looked down at the pool of blood beneath him, and felt a faint ache at the back of his head.
Touching the blood behind his head, Ning Xian's face turned pale.
"Was I... just dead?"
"No, that's impossible. The dead cannot come back to life... How could this be..."
Shock consumed him as his hand unintentionally brushed against something. A warm metallic sensation flowed into his palm.
"What's this?"
Lowering his gaze, Ning Xian picked up an arm guard embedded with a green gem from the pool of blood, confusion glittering in his eyes.
"Roar!!"
