“Lord Feng…Lord Feng…wake up…”

A voice was calling out to him. Feeling something shake his body, a hazy-minded Qin Shoufeng roused from his slumber two seconds later. He opened his eyes as he awoke and paused briefly as memories of what happened to him started to flood back into his head. He reflexively kicked off against the ground to adopt a defensive position.

“Uh…lord Feng, what are you doing?”

It was Sun Jian’s voice that was speaking to him though, and not Mo Ni. Blinking several times, Qin Shoufeng’s eyes registered the figures of Sun Jian, Zhang Qian, and several other acquaintances who were all giving him an odd stare.

His highly-strung nerves were beginning to loosen now. Dropping his arms, Qin Shoufeng stared at them for a second and shook his head. He was feeling a little dizzy...