Mid-summer.
In the deep mountains, the grass is lush green, swaying gently in the wind, covering the hills like an exquisite carpet. Since no cattle or sheep graze or defecate here, the carpet is even more pleasing to the eye.
Except... for that stretch of scorched earth on the carpet.
On the scorched earth, Li Xuan was lying there in casual attire.
He even had his legs crossed.
He was truly helpless.
When he lay down, his back was still cushioned by soft grass, but after a short while, the grass was gone, and the ground turned barren.
Even the sweat he produced was filled with fire poison.
"How does one live like this..." Li Xuan muttered to himself, perhaps this was the price of becoming strong?
