Li Pan opened his eyes and found himself lying in an opulent palace, that classic beginning where you wake up on a one-hundred-ping velvet bed. Unfortunately, the bed was surrounded by curtains woven from gold and silver threads and magical silks, casting a hazy veil, obscuring the golden splendor of the palace and the ornate gilded oil paintings adorning the walls. The room was also filled with thick incense, increasingly clouding the air, seemingly masking the scent of decay and blood.
Li Pan lay there for a while before realizing that the putrid stench of rotten flesh was emanating from him. His whole body seemed boneless, immobile, with only his eyeballs able to move side to side.
