When Chen Fan opened his eyes, a throbbing headache greeted him, and the first sight that met his gaze was a white fabric roof. 2

Momentarily taken aback, he soon found himself engulfed in a wave of excruciating pain coursing through him, forcing him to draw sharp breaths. Sweat poured down his forehead, and his contorted face reflected the agony he felt.1

Despite the unbearable pain, he felt an odd sense of relief. It appeared he had escaped drowning and survived Zhao Tianjue's haphazard bombardment.0

Suddenly, a melodious voice, akin to a silver bell, reached his ears. Then, a tender face appeared in front of Chen Fan’s eyes.0

“Sister, this mister has woken up.” 0

Chen Fan blinked a few times. He looked at the tender...0