Four months passed, and Deng Wu's eyes opened, his face with a confused expression as he sat up. His complexion was pale, clearly showing he had been through Hell and come back from the ghostly expressions in his eyes. Yet despite this, he was alive. When Yan Xiaobao and the others saw Deng Wu wake up, everyone was ecstatic. They jumped towards him, completely ignoring the fact that he looked as if reality had collapsed around him.
"Don't worry." Yan Xiaobao patted his shoulder gently. "The world you see when your heart is tested isn't real. Whatever happens is meant to help you understand your martial path and forge your determination."
As he leaned against the cold wall of the stone mansion that supported him, Deng Wu nodded and sighed deeply. "This time, I think I survived because of Little Dragon." Deng Wu said, trembling as he closed his eyes. Sweat appeared on his forehead as he recalled how the world he had just lived in seemed eternal.
