The moment Fang Yu stepped into the whirlpool, everything before his eyes turned into a vast expanse of white. He could neither see nor hear anything. Immediately after, he felt a tearing force of attraction.
Whoosh.
Fang Yu only felt a chaos in front of him.
Everything disappeared.
Blue sky, white clouds...
Appeared before his eyes.
"Eh? Where am I?"
Fang Yu found himself lying on a patch of grass, a gentle breeze wafting over, everything seemed so languidly affectionate.
Plenty of white clouds in the sky.
The sunlight shining on his face felt extremely comforting.
"Have I returned?" Fang Yu was dazed and confused.
Just as he was puzzled, a voice reached his ear—
"Where did this wild man come from? He looks so pitiful..."
What wild man?
Fang Yu abruptly sat up and looked around.
He discovered a young girl, accompanied by a little boy, both looking at Fang Yu with immense curiosity.
Fang Yu indeed resembled a primitive man.