A Weak Little Girl...

Han Lu Shi slowly opened his eyes. He was lying down on a bed, and on the ceiling above him, there was a star painted on it. He lifted himself up out of the unfamiliar bed and looked around. It was a grandiose room. It was the perfect little boy's room, black walls, fake weapons everywhere, armor scattered around, at least for Han Lu Shi it was.

A maid opened the doors to the room and she stepped inside with a tray. She looked at the bed, and saw the young master, sitting on his bed. The maid was stunned.

"Y-young Master... YOUNG MASTER IS ALIVE!!!" The woman screamed. She ran out of the room, shrieking her lungs out, 'THE YOUNG MASTER IS ALIVE.' Han Lu Shi was utterly confused. Who was this shrieking woman?

Many people rushed into his room after hearing the maid's shrieks. They looked at him in awe.

"Young Master is alive."

"The doctor said he was on his deathbed."

"It's a complete miracle!!!"

"We have to tell Clan Leader."

Several men rushed out of the room to go inform the Clan Leader. The rest were staring at Han Lu Shi in awe.