Agony. A searing pain coursed through his entire body.
It felt as if his very flesh was being ripped apart, and his spirit shuddered.
Images flooded his mind: after killing Qiann Feng, the Pavilion Master of Linfeng Pavilion, he had been escaping the pursuit of Fierce Beasts when he fell into a river.
The thought of his perilous battle with Qiann Feng still made his heart pound with lingering fear. Especially that final moment—if his physical body hadn't been so much more formidable than that of other Martial Artists, Qiann Feng's palm strike would have been enough to take his life, let alone allowing him to turn the tables and kill him instead.
"Where am I?"
Jarred by the external sensation, Qin Ya suddenly regained his senses. His gaze, sharp as a blade, swept over everyone present, and his voice was hoarse as he spoke.
