Li Zhi slowly woke up. The first thing he saw upon opening his eyes was Sun Chaoen's face, and his heart instantly settled somewhat.
He struggled, trying to sit up, but the slightest movement sent a piercing pain through him, and many parts of his body had lost sensation. He raised his left arm to look, and sure enough, everything below the elbow had vanished without a trace.
"How long was I unconscious? What time is it now?"
"It's only been three days since the great battle at the front lines. Your Majesty was only unconscious for three days."
If this were an ordinary person, such words might have been comforting, but as an Imperial, Li Zhi lying unconscious for three days clearly meant his Divine Soul had been injured.
