Fan Xian: Revealing the Temple from the Start, Shocking the World

Excruciating pain. It was as if every bone in his body had been smashed and pieced back together, while every inch of his skin burned. Fan Xian suddenly opened his eyes. Above him was the carved wooden canopy of a bed, with brocade curtains swaying gently. He breathed in short, ragged gasps. The stabbing pain in his chest made him cough.

"The young master is awake! The young master is awake!" A clear female voice rang by his ear, full of excitement. The next second, the door swung open and a middle-aged man of about forty hurried in, his face filled with concern. "Xian'er, you're finally awake! You've been unconscious for three days!"

Fan Xian stared at the man before him,