Chapter 428. Zhou Xuchuan (1)
Regaining consciousness, the haze in Zhou Xuchuan's mind began to clear.
"...!"
He got up in surprise. He instinctively tried to reach for his sword but stopped.
"Where am..."
His voice sounded dry and rough, like sand scratching against stone.
He looked around. Above him was an unfamiliar ceiling, and beneath him, a bed. Beside the bed sat a round table with a flask of water.
His mind stalled for a brief moment before he reached out, grabbed the flask, and took a sip to wet his parched lips and throat.
Gulp, gulp.
His Adam's apple moved up and down. The cool water soothed his chest.
“Ha..."
He lowered the flask and exhaled the breath he’d been holding.
Then, he closed his eyes tightly, memories flooding back in.