Jin Miaolin sat pale-faced in a carriage, the shackles on his body had been removed for some time, but he still felt unaccustomed, perhaps because he had been trapped for too long. His sea of divine consciousness had long been damaged, and his thoughts were not very coherent.
He had lived in that dark place for many years, periodically drained of blood, and only then would those people infuse him with some nutrients. Just like that, he had no idea how much time had passed. He couldn't even remember what his purpose was when he first left his homeland.
Until recently, for some unknown reason, he was brought out, and when he first saw the sunlight, he almost went blind. After enduring excruciating pain for three days, and only after those people actually started feeding him, his body's functions began to recover, and his life force was regulated, allowing him to gradually recuperate.
