Tayan's Tale: Mercenaries of Another World

"Hey! Are you all right?" Amy swung down from her horse, her leather glove brushing over the bloodied wound on Tayang's body. When she saw the deep claw marks healing before her very eyes, she let out a whistle of surprise. Tayang opened his mouth, meaning to say, "Tan Yang, chief disciple of the Qingxu Sect, is here," but all that came out was a slurred "Tayang." The unfamiliar name sent a jolt through him. Had he lost even his memories when he transmigrated?