Tyler's eyes fluttered open as a rush of pain spread throughout his body. It almost felt like a knife bit-by-bit was chopping his limbs. This was the first time he ever felt any pain after transmigrating into a world.
Thankfully, after dying so many times, he was habitual of pain. So he kept lying on the ground until a head appeared before his eyes.
"Senior martial brother!" A man wearing white Chinese robes with hair tied on the head with the help of a hairpin appeared before his eyes. "Are you alright?"
Senior martial brother?
Tyler frowned and carefully sat on the ground and glanced at himself. He was wearing yellow-coloured robes with a dark red border and black pattern design. In his hands, he was holding a white-colored fan having a flower sketch drawn on either side. He could even feel his long black hair waving behind him as a gust of wind passed through his body.
"Get up." A cold voice uttered a word, earning Tyler's attention.
