Seven days later, Chen Xi awoke.

The first person he saw after he opened his eyes was a beautiful and cute little girl that wore beast skin clothes, and she was holding a shoddy large bowl while feeding him medicinal soup.

The medicine was extremely bitter. Chen Xi tasted it carefully for a moment and noticed that there was practically no spirit medicine within this medicinal soul, and besides allowing him to replenish some water which he needed, it was of utterly no use.

But the little girl seemed as if she was holding a bowl of rare divine treasures, and she carefully placed it to the side of his mouth and seemed to be deeply afraid of dropping a drop of it.

“Where is this?” Chen Xi spoke with an extremely hoarse voice that seemed to have been grinded out from sand, and even he himself was shocked for a moment before he couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to this.

Intense pain that felt like a myriad of ants devouring his heart surged through his entire body once more, and it hurt to the point his brows knit tightly together while a layer of cold sweat leaked out from his forehead.

Only now did he sense that the cracked open wounds on his entire body had already been wrapped by a layer of soft beast skin, and his flesh and blood were completely dried up. Not to mention Shaman Energy,...