Chapter 353: Elder Myron

"Mm…" Asher Jauncy's consciousness surfaced from the murk in slow, reluctant waves. Pain hit him without warning. It tore through every inch of his body, sharp and merciless, like countless steel needles punching in at once. He forced his heavy eyelids open. Rough wooden beams filled his vision, with several strings of dried herbs hanging from them. A faint medicinal fragrance lingered in the air. He was lying on a wooden bed covered with coarse cloth bedding. Even so, the sensation...