Feng Luotian woke up inside a cone-shaped tepee with a covering of monster hide. The structure was sturdy yet primitive, its walls adorned with symbols and patterns that seemed to tell stories of ancient times.
It had been three days since the battle against Sparrow Lord.
Three days without a word from the city.
Luotian pushed himself upright. Where were Yue'er and Wuji now? Had Uncle Mei received any warning? He could remember the chase, the fall, and the bat waiting below, but none of those memories told him what had happened to the people he had left behind.
The party connection had broken during the fighting. The emergency talisman had already been used. Wishing for an answer would not bring one.
The battle against Sparrow Lord had left him badly injured. Keeping Bloodline Overburst active beyond its usual limits had made the damage worse. Even with his bloodline and the tribe's treatment, a full recovery had taken three days.
But there was a plus.
