Oliver woke up again three days later in a Taoist temple on the outskirts of Beijing.
The young master's face was pale. He was awakened by a nightmare shouting Lucas's name.
He suddenly sat up from the bed, gasping for breath, his body and face covered in cold sweat. As soon as he woke up, Oliver ran out of bed with soft feet, stumbling around looking for Lucas.
But Lucas couldn't find it no matter what. The room was strange and quiet. He was still feeling dizzy when a familiar voice came from outside the door.
"Rowan! You're awake. You scared us to death."
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