Excruciating pain wracked Huixin's body. He dazedly opened his eyes to a blurry figure, his mouth instantly feeling parched.
"Water..." he rasped instinctively, but quickly caught himself.
'My condition is probably dire,' he thought.
"Here. I don't have much left," a voice said, and a cool stream of water flowed into his mouth.
It wasn't much water, but it was enough to revive him.
"Where... where is this?" Pushing through the pain and mustering his Spirit, Huixin finally managed to get a clear look at his surroundings.
His gaze finally landed on the middle-aged man before him. He looked like a farmer.
"We're in the wilderness, about thirty li from Guiyun City. I'm not sure of the exact location," Qi Suian said honestly.
He had seen the caravan's map, but ancient maps differed greatly from modern ones, especially a map hand-drawn by the caravan members themselves.
This meant it was rife with potential problems.
