C672 Dead Dragon Sword Soul

Bai Yeh slowly opened his eyes, squinting as a dazzling beam of sunlight stabbed through his pupils. Shielding his eyes with a hand, he attempted to rise but was met with an overwhelming soreness that coursed through his body, his bones feeling as though they were on the verge of crumbling.

Where am I?

Am I still alive?

The Dead Dragon Sword?

A sudden thought struck Bai Yeh