Looking around, there was nothing but darkness.
Fang Zheng felt as if his soul were a rootless duckweed, floating in the void of the air. The surrounding darkness was like some kind of tangible monster, wanting to completely engulf him. But in the next moment, Fang Zheng felt as though he were tied to a stone being thrown into the water, rapidly falling downward.
And then...
"Puh——!"
Fang Zheng suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for fresh air. He felt weak all over, like an old man, even each breath made him feel utterly exhausted. Fang Zheng raised his head, his previously groggy brain beginning to clear. He reached out to touch his chest, feeling a surge of pain.
"Hiss..."
