"Boom—"
After lightning struck down, the entire Langcang Mountain shook.
The cold raindrops drifted to Mu Chen's face in the meditation hut on the mountain and slid into his primordial spirit like a mysterious whisper.
As if he had woken up from a dream, Mu Chen returned to reality with a shudder.
He felt that he must have been unconscious for many days. For some reason, this mountain feel like it was floating under his feet. Was it because he was still groggy? Or did something big happen on Langcang Mountain?
He would rather believe the former.
Mu Chen was surrounded by darkness.
He felt that his hands and feet were restrained, and his energy was greatly reduced. He was so dizzy that he felt he might fall asleep again at any time. However, panic made him unable to rest quietly and he felt that several talismans were stuck to his chest.
In order to prevent him from touching it, the person who pasted the talisman confined his limbs.