Chapter 183 - It Was An Accident (1/2)

Jing Yi only regained consciousness the next morning. He groaned and rolled to the side, pressing a hand against his forehead. When he lowered it again it was actually sticky with blood.

Jing Yi looked at the red color blankly. What had happened? He needed a moment to remember how he had fallen. He sat up hurriedly and looked around. There wasn't much to see, though: He had tumbled down a slope and landed himself in a depression. On all four sides were only earthen walls, nothing else. He couldn't even see any roots.

Jing Yi froze. He had … fallen into a hole. A dirty hole. And one out of which he probably couldn't escape.

He rubbed at his forehead to get rid of the blood but finally noticed that his hands were dirty from the fall, too. Jing Yi paused and slowly stood up, his limbs already trembling. It wasn't just his hands. His hair, his face, everything on him was dirty!

His breath sped up and he tried to get as far away from the edge of the hole as possible. There wasn't much place to avoid them, though.

”Oh no, this can't be!” Jing Yi turned in a circle. There really wasn't any way out here! He … he would have to stay in here until someone came to save him!

What to do? Was there nothing he could do?

He closed his eyes and tried to calm his heart down. First of all, he had to get this disgusting dirt off of him. Jing Yi cracked his eyes open and lifted his hands. They were filthy. There was dirt on his palms and on his fingers and under his nails, too. He wanted nothing more than fresh water to wash all of it off but, of course, that was an impossible luxury in this situation.

Thankfully, he had changed the robe from the sect against the one his grandfather had given him back then. Just like he had said back then it couldn't get dirty. Everything would just slide off the fabric.

Thinking of that, Jing Yi calmed down a little. He pressed his lips together and hurriedly wiped his left hand over the fabric once. A bit of dirt showed on the sleeve before it magically vanished.

Jing Yi closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It worked. It really worked. He could get all this dirt off. Hurriedly, he wiped his hands on the robe but, unfortunately, that only took care of the dirt on the surface. There was still some under his nails. And he didn't know how his face looked.

Jing Yi closed his eyes again and rubbed his sleeves over it to take care of that at least. Then, he remained standing in the middle of the depression and waited.

”Sooner or later somebody will come by and then I'll be saved.” He said that with a bit of conviction, even though his voice was trembling.

He managed to stay calm for a while but finally, the panic came again. He turned in a circle once more, looking at the dirt all around him and bit his lip. No, nobody would come and save him. Qiu Ling hadn't come to get him back for a whole week. Why should he come now? And who besides Qiu Ling would come here? It had already been quite a bit of time since he passed the last village and even that had been nearly ruined because of the whirlwind.

As if the heavens wanted to remind him that he hadn't been in the worst possible situation until now, it started to rumble in the distance. Jing Yi's head jerked up and he stared at the clouds that were hurrying over the sky. Did they seem to get darker?

Once again, it grumbled in the distance but it didn't seem to be as far away anymore. There was actually a storm coming!

At first, Jing Yi was afraid. After all, he was outside and couldn't hide anywhere. Then, he stopped and slowly a smile spread across his face. A storm! That also meant that it would rain! He could finally get a little bit of water and wash all of this dirt away!