Han Yu woke up after an unknown amount of time and immediately regretted regaining consciousness. A sharp headache shot through his skull like an angry woodpecker going to town on a tree.
"Ugh! My head!" Han Yu groaned, pressing on the bump forming on his scalp. His fingers barely brushed against it before another wave of pain made him wince. "Why do I keep getting my head injured? If this keeps up, I'll turn as stupid as Fat Kui!" he muttered.
Blinking rapidly, he took in his surroundings—a dense forest, the trees stretching up high, their canopies rustling in the wind. Dappled sunlight streamed through the leaves, casting speckled patterns on the ground.
"A forest?" Han Yu mumbled, confused. "Did I faint while training? Did that ghostly man hit my head again?" He rubbed his temple, struggling to recall how he had ended up here.
