Moyuan returned to the wooden cabin he had chosen. The interior was simple yet possessed a rustic charm, furnished with a wooden bed, a table, a few chairs, and several windows through which lush green trees and a gurgling stream could be seen.
Dragging his somewhat exhausted body, he slowly walked over to the bed, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and tried to calm both his mind and body so he could fully appreciate this rare moment of tranquility.
Just then, an illusory figure slowly drifted out from the List of Gods. It was none other than Jiang Shang.
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