C1759 Was He Just Here to Eat?

The next day dawned with the mountain forest shrouded in a delicate mist, the dew-covered plants on the windowsill bursting with verdant life. The sun, obscured by indolent clouds, left the world in a hushed stillness.

Lo Chuan's eyes fluttered open, gazing blankly out the window before he decided to close them again, tempted by the allure of more sleep.

Eventually, he sat up slowly