After an unknown length of time, Lu Hong's consciousness gradually returned, and his mind flashed with the lethal flying kick that the clone had delivered, startling him awake.
"Damn, kid, are you trying to scare me to death?!"
The Priest's scolding brought Lu Hong back to reality.
"Where am I?" Looking around the unfamiliar and dilapidated surroundings and at the short, stout old man in front of him, Lu Hong asked, "Was it you who saved me?"
"Nonsense, I'm the only Priest in this town. Who else could it be?" The Priest scoffed, "To save you, I used up all my treasured reserves, now pay up the consultation fee."
"Sure, sure, how much?" Feeling no internal injuries, Lu Hong was quite impressed with the old man's skills, knowing well the severity of his own injuries.
"Um... three Gold Coins," the little old man pondered, "You don't look like a rich man's son, so I'll give you the lowest friendly price."
