"Hah… where am I?" he muttered. "In hell?"
The moment Shen Zhao opened his eyes from his stupor and beheld the pitch darkness before him, he was utterly bewildered. Especially upon seeing several complete skeletons assembled from white bones hanging on the stone walls, he truly believed for an instant that he had entered hell after death.
"What hell? You're not dead."
A middle-aged man dressed in black strode forward. "Now that you're awake, follow me. My king wishes to see you."
"My king? Follow?"
Shen Zhao suddenly sat up, only then realizing that he had completely healed.
"I'm not dead!"
Shen Zhao was stunned. "What's going on? Didn't that bitch Chen Mengyuan pull my oxygen tube?"
"It was the Steward who saved you," Ma Tengyun said, emerging from the shadows. "He gave you a healing elixir, allowing you to fully recover."
"Th-Thank you, Steward. And thank you, Patriarch Ma." Hearing this, Shen Zhao trembled and hurriedly bowed in every direction.
