"Aaargh, why does my head feel like someone took a club to it.."
"Qing'er, Qing'er get up slowly...."
"Grandpa?"
Yang Qing's vision was hazy as he woke up to the blurry face of his grandfather.
"Looks like I'm having the same nightmare with Grandpa again. That darn pit. Grandpa stop haunting me, I've already broken through to the peerless jade physique. Go throw dad in the pit this time..."
Yang Qing felt groggy and his sense of touch along with all his other senses felt sluggish. His body didn't feel like his own. He felt like he was trapped in a string of cobwebs that had a paralyzing effect on him with every touch and movement.
"The dream this time seems different. The sensation seems real, was it the brook's doing? Dammit, Grandpa if you weren't my grandpa I'd throw you into the pit myself.." Yang Qing angrily muttered when he felt his sense of taste dull.
"That's some way to talk to your grandfather you squirt.."