Quan Yizhen rarely got hurt in battle. He was, as many put it, born to ascend and become a God. Although, the times he did get hurt, he got hurt bad. This time in particular, blood trickled down his toned arm from a wound at his shoulder, his robes torn at his side in a deep gash, slightly limping on what had to be at least a sprained ankle. All he remembered from that point on was getting dizzy, likely from blood loss, and passing out.

Slowly, he regained consciousness, but who knows how long later. He was in another location, one with a roof and walls, unlike the expanse of desert he previously had been in. Slowly, he props himself up on his uninjured arm, grunting slightly in pain. However, it's much more muted than before. He glances at his arm, it's been bandaged, then at his side, it's been bandaged too, and his ankle, of course, was bandaged.

"Where am I...?" He mutters out, speaking to no one.