In Pope, more than ten thousand miles away, Ericson let out a yowl and bounced up from the ground. He took a few steps back before regaining his balance.
It was a Western palace. Notwithstanding its spaciousness, the surroundings were all unlit. Only the light beside the bed was emitting a faint brilliance. Ericson had been resting with his eyes closed for a long time, yet he still failed to suppress the surging emotions within him.
Although Jacob was so far away from Ericson, and he had not completely recovered, the sword move he just pulled off was enough to alarm Ericson.
It took him a long while to calm down. He then opened his eyes slowly and walked towards the bed.
The light beside the bed was dim and flickering, the kind of which irritated people's eyes. Nevertheless, Ericson took no notice of it. He stood still by the bed and gazed at the old man, who was lying on the bed.