Xiao Jie didn't know how long he had been soaking in the icy river water. In the end, it was a heavy blow that roused him from the near-death daze. Consciousness was shrouded in a dense fog, and the dizziness from excessive blood loss along with the complete emptiness after his dantian was destroyed made him too weak to even move a finger.
He exerted all his strength to painfully lift his heavy eyelids. His blurred vision slowly focused — he was lying on his back on a rocky riverbank, with his lower body still submerged in freezing river water, only his upper body pushed ashore by the current.
Where was this? As the question emerged from the chaos in his mind, the previous brutal scenes surged back like a tide! Xuanji Zi master's tragic death, Jiu Jianxian's hideous laughter, the searing pain of the severed arm, the despair of a broken dantian... A sharp pang of sorrow instantly seized him, followed by a thin but genuine comfort after achieving revenge.
So... I survived once more?
