Xia Feng felt as though he had slept for a long time.
He had never felt his mind so clear.
A comfort enveloped his entire body, making him unwilling to stop.
Slowly, he turned over and then sat up from the bed.
No, it wasn't a soft bed; the cold touch instantly made Xia Feng open his eyes.
He looked around and realized he was not in a room in the City Lord's Mansion but on a cold surface.
It seemed he was on a mountaintop, surrounded by clouds at eye level. Xia Feng got up and walked forward a few steps.
Before him lay desolation.
Aside from a rundown straw hut, there was nothing else.
This ordinary-looking straw hut stood on the desolate mountaintop, appearing quite unique.
After pondering for a moment, Xia Feng finally stepped forward and pushed open the door of the dilapidated straw hut.
The inside of the straw hut was very clean, as if it had been deliberately tidied up.
Entering, Xia Feng looked at the spotless wooden table and bed, frowning slightly.
