"Hiss—"
"Who am I?"
"Where am I?"
"What am I doing?"
The half-awake teenager groggily propped up his body.
His mind was a blank, his memory had fragments missing, his eyes were blurry, and a slight pain throbbed deep in his brain, making him grimace and frown while holding his head.
Chaotic memories pieced together in his mind; the pain didn't come from his body but from his spirit. Previously, he didn't understand why Yu Ying almost lost her life for half a month just by looking at him. Now he knew.
"Such a large rift, is this... the tear made by Xuan Xiaozi?"
After a moment, the chaotic memories finally gathered and took shape in his mind.
The sluggish reaction was a hallmark of the Divine Soul being damaged. After all, when faced with an old monster like Xuan Xiaozi, no matter how talented one was, there was no way to fight back.
"What happened afterwards."
