Chapter 120

The next morning, soft and warm sunlight streamed quietly through the clear glass windows like a golden veil. The room was furnished simply yet warmly, with wooden furniture exuding a faint, natural scent. The pristine white walls seemed coated with a warm yellow glow under the sunlight. At this moment, Xuanyuan Chen was fast asleep in bed, looking for all the world like a log. He lay sprawled out, one arm casually draped near his head, his hair somewhat disheveled with a few strands scattered across his forehead. His slightly parted mouth occasionally emitted a soft snore, as if he were deeply immersed in a wondrous dream from which he had no desire to wake. Perhaps it was because he had not slept a single good night back at the Bronze Tomb, or perhaps the dream he was having was simply too alluring. No matter how Asi shouted and shoved at his side, Xuanyuan Chen remained completely immovable, as if his body had firmly fused with the bed and no one could possibly pull him from the embrace of his gentle slumber.