Qin Jiu opened his eyes, and darkness blanketed his vision. His whole body was almost devoid of sensation, as if he was submerged in warm amniotic fluid.
"Am I... dead..."
Then a fin brushed away the bandage covering Qin Jiu's eyes, and the head of a kun with three large eyes looked directly at him.
Qin Jiu mumbled, "...having a nightmare again."
The kun stuck out its tongue and gave Qin Jiu's eyeball a lick with a "slurp".
Unable to resist, Qin Jiu let out a feeble "ah ah ah..." scream of agony.
Shi Kai, hearing the commotion, returned to the bronze cauldron to check on the severely injured man soaking in the medicinal pot,
"Qin brother, you're awake. Your life is really tough, huh? Don't move around. You don't have a spot of good flesh left, and your bones are about to fall apart. Just focus on recovering; the Yuntai competition is over."
"Wha... who..." Qin Jiu could barely move, only able to roll his eyes to glance at Shi Kai.
