When Emperor Chu exerted himself to open his eyes, he only felt layers of white shadows before him, causing him to close his eyes involuntarily before opening them again. His pupils gradually focused, and he could see the things in front of him more clearly.
Many people were there, but their faces were all covered with cloth, and their eyes looked at him with a mix of joy and excitement, as if they were about to cry tears of joy.
"I..." Emperor Chu opened his mouth to speak, but his voice was as coarse and hoarse as if it had been ground by gravel.
He tried to lift his hand, only to find his entire body was sore, weak, and utterly devoid of strength.
Emperor Chu felt a bit of fear in his heart; he felt like a lamb lying on the chopping block, unable to muster the slightest bit of resistance.
This feeling left him flustered and helpless.
