When Ling Feng opened his eyes, he found himself lying in a dry and spacious stone cave, with a hard stone bed beneath him.
"Where is this? Wasn't I in the Beast Slaughter Field earlier?" Ling Feng sat up, feeling dizzy, and leaned over the edge of the stone bed, dry-heaving.
"You've suffered a mental attack from the Cloud-parting Saber, it's understandable that you're feeling unwell!" A gentle voice spoke up, "There's a bowl of ginseng soup on the table. Drink it, it will help you recover your mental strength!"
Ling Feng, not concerned with anything else, picked up the bowl of ginseng soup from the stone table beside him and gulped it down.
As the ginseng soup slid down his throat, Ling Feng felt a pure energy surge from his Dantian. The pounding headache he had felt as though it was being enveloped by warm sunshine and quickly dissipated into a state of calm.
