It was warm.
That was Yan Wanqing's first thought.
Could King Yama Hall be this warm after death?
Was she about to meet her father and brothers...
"No, you won't die."
In her groggy state, someone interrupted her increasingly distant thoughts, forcefully pulling her back.
The next second, pain enveloped her entirely, so much so that Yan Wanqing instantly opened her eyes.
"Hiss—" she couldn't help but inhale sharply.
Hearing the noise, someone hurriedly entered, a woman dressed matronly with a kind expression approached Yan Wanqing and said, "Are you awake?"
"Where is this?" Yan Wanqing realized she could hardly speak when she tried to talk.
"Last night, you were isolated and attacked by a pack of wolves, do you remember that?" the woman said with a smile, "My name is Zhuo Ma, you can call me that. My full name is too long, I'm afraid you won't remember it, so I won't mention it."