Wang Xiedi's eyelids trembled heavily. His vision started as a blurry halo of light before slowly focusing on the rough, familiar wooden ceiling.
He was still alive. The realization allowed his taut nerves to relax by the smallest fraction.
Immediately following this, a dull ache like rolling thunder throbbed deep in his skull as memories from the canyon came flooding back.
He remembered the Sect Leader's face, half in light and half in shadow under the sun; remembered Ye Longtao exploding into a warm mist of blood in his final moments; remembered the ghastly, bleeding hole in Miss Su's chest, staining her robes red.
And then... then there was the golden light that consumed everything.
That's where his memory ended.
He tried to turn his neck, and a sharp pain immediately shot up his spine. But this pain, paradoxically, made him feel incredibly relieved.
