Slowly, gradually, he began to feel waves of pain, the pain of the injuries on his body.
Cao Zhen slowly regained consciousness.
He didn't even know how long he had been unconscious, but now that he had come to, he found that the wounds on his body had already formed scars, indicating he had been unconscious for quite some time. Then, he looked up ahead.
In his line of sight, a figure appeared.
His gaze had barely met the other person's face before a feeling arose in his heart, an impulse to kneel in worship to them.
He had seen many countenances of dignity, but no one he had ever seen could compare to the person before him.
Although this person was dressed in what appeared to be exceedingly ordinary white garments, a glance filled his heart with the sensation that he was looking at an emperor, one who ruled countless territories and numerous Immortal Sects!