The smell of medicinal herbs emanated throughout the sect infirmary, where several disciples—or even some former disciples—were being treated. The building's interior was lit ever-so-slightly by candles and the crescent moon that peered through the windows, along with countless stars that twinkled every now and then.
"Wh...where am I?" A voice belonging to one of the patients sounded out weakly on a room separated from the others.
The owner of the voice was no other than Yin Jing—the former leader of the outer sect's disciplinary group.
"You took too long," another voice sounded out nearby, surprising Yin Jing. It was from a mysterious, cloaked man that stood beside his bed. "You have been asleep for over a day and a half now."
As soon as Yin Jing squinted and looked at the slightly ob
