"What… where am I? Am I… alive?"
Fang Qi's eyes fluttered open, his breath catching in his throat. He was no longer in the golden palace.
He found himself in another palace, just as lavish, but unmistakably different. There was no longer the oppressive demonic aura that had clung to every corner of the demon realm. Instead, it faintly exuded a bright and luxurious atmosphere.
"Of course you are alive."
A gentle voice sounded not far from him.
Fang Qi raised his eyes and saw a handsome young man in green clothes walking towards him with a pitch-black bowl in his hand.
When Fang Qi saw his face clearly, his eyes lit up. He tried to sit up from the bed, excitement bursting from him, "It's you? It's really you!"
However, his body was already seriously injured, and his cultivation was sealed. Before he could even sit up fully, his strength gave out, he collapsed forward, landing heavily on the edge of the bed, nearly tumbling off.
