Ning Feiyan slowly pushed herself up, raising her head to find that she had fallen into a desolate land.
Beneath her was a stretch of snow-white fine sand, the surrounding wilderness barren, overgrown with weeds. Not far away was a long riverbank, dense with thorns on the opposite side, and the rushing sound of water came rustling from nearby.
A faint tearing pain emanated from her body, the heavy weight of her flesh crushing her bones and heart.
As she rose, bright red blood seeped from her eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, leaving mottled, crisscrossing marks on her face.
Her senses returned from deep unconsciousness, the intense pain tearing through her lungs and sweeping over her entire body. Ning Feiyan clearly felt how terrible her current physical condition was.
