Qiao Ruohe woke up in a haze. He discovered that he was not dead; Bingying and the two cultivators from the Black Mask Alliance had not killed him, but instead had brought him to a place filled with the songs of birds, the fragrance of flowers, and the gentle murmur of flowing water.
He was inside a bamboo house. Rising from a bamboo couch, he saw that his body was wrapped in white cloth, and on a small table beside the couch sat several porcelain bowls of various colors, filled with wondrous elixirs meant for treating his wounds.
He walked quietly to the door of the bamboo house and saw waterwheels churning through the splashing currents, sending spray flying as rainbows hung high against the blue sky and tinted clouds. It was truly breathtakingly beautiful.
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