Mo Qi was awoken by a flurry of sharp, stinging slaps.
He opened his eyes, completely bewildered. 'Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?'
Everything before him was a hazy gray. After his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he was finally able to see his surroundings and recall everything that had happened.
"Fang Min, Wang Hao, just you wait. I, Mo Qi, will come for you very soon."
After spitting out the threat, Mo Qi grimaced. A dull ache throbbed on the side of his face, as if he'd been slapped more than a dozen times.
He checked his body and found that his injuries had completely healed.
"My injuries... they've healed? Just how long was I unconscious?"
"Not too long. About half a month or so."
"Oh, that's not so bad. Thanks for letting me know... Wait! Who? Who's talking?" Mo Qi shot to his feet, scanning his surroundings warily.
But aside from a large expanse of plants he had never seen before, there was no one around.
