Thinking of these messy things in his mind, Xu Yuan slowly sat up from the soft couch of the inn.
Tonight, insomnia struck—he couldn't sleep.
Although he had already become an Integration Body cultivator, Xu Yuan still maintained the good habit of sleeping, but being accustomed to the fatigue of travel, suddenly staying in this luxurious inn was a bit hard to adapt to.
The bright moonlight spilled into the room through the window lattice, and the inn's decor was quite luxurious, yet unlike the taverns in the heartland of Dayan, the furnishings here bore a dash of Western Region aesthetics.
Donning a black robe, he stepped off the bed and walked to the pavilion outside the curtain of his room, casting his eyes into the distance.
The moon shone bright and stars sparse, geese flying westward, a majestic gorge of a hundred miles suddenly came into view.
