"This has to be a fucking nightmare?" Gu Chen muttered to himself, still not over the shock, "This must be that illusion array playing tricks on me."
Gu Chen looked around himself while he leaned his exhausted body against the large boulder Gu Fan was earlier sitting at.
His usually clean robes were currently stained with mud, and splatters of blood, and one of the surviving Gu Clan disciples nervously stood right beside him and used a large, broken tree leaf to furiously fan his sweaty face.
Right now, Gu Chen's Righteous Dao heart was in shambles, because nothing that had transpired over the last hour made any logical sense to his mind.
He slowly lifted his right hand and gently pressed his fingers directly against his throbbing chest, instantly flinching as a sharp, agonizing spike of pain shot straight up his body.
