In the hazy state between sleep and wakefulness, during the early morning hours, a clear mist flowed past the railing, draping a gauzy veil over the scenery. The colors of the world blurred together, creating a unique charm.
The patches of tender green in the distance, in particular, were the perfect touch of life.
Fang Qingyuan leaned against the railing, his gaunt cheeks sunken. As he gazed at the distant scenery and felt the morning mist, his mood suddenly improved a great deal.
Fang Qingyuan was still on Celestial Gate Mountain. Although he had reached Foundation Establishment, his mind had been lost in the illusion of the Five-Colored Blood Pearl for too long. If Lechuan hadn't broken down the door, Fang Qingyuan likely would have starved to death from going without food for so long.
Such a death would have been the biggest joke in the Beast Taming Sect's thousand-year history, a humiliation Lechuan could not afford.
