When Shanda Goose suddenly opened his eyes, the carved and gold tent roof was gently swaying with the draft.
There was a faint scent of sandalwood in the air, mixed with the bitterness of some herbs, which was definitely not the smell that his office full of servers should have. He struggled to sit up, but found that his whole body was extremely sore, and there was a dull pain in his neck, as if someone had hit him hard with a sap.
