"Young Master! How is the Young Master?"
After Ye Qiu left, the remaining four people clustered around the man who had been beaten to a pulpy mess, helping him up.
"What happened to me?" After regaining consciousness, the man felt pain all over his body, especially a throbbing head and a bruised face.
"Young Master, you're awake?"
"Where am I?"
"In the Great Emperor's tomb? Don't you remember?"
"Great Emperor's tomb? Then it seems I'm still alive!" The man touched his head.
"Young Master, ever since you emerged from there, you seemed like a different person. If it hadn't been for the beating just now, you might have..."
"Oh? I feel like I've been in a long dream, and now I can finally control myself!" The man's gaze sharpened as he looked in the direction where Ye Qiu had disappeared and smiled, "Speaking of which, I owe you my thanks."
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