On the morning of the twenty-first day of Xia (July 12), sunlight streamed through the window onto Li Rufeng’s face, and he slowly opened his eyes, feeling the tranquility of the morning.
However, when he tried to climb up from the pile of Spirit Rice, a wave of soreness washed over him, causing him to frown involuntarily.
Rubbing his knees, Li Rufeng struggled to his feet. He gazed at the rice ears glowing faintly in the morning light, a nameless fear welling up in his heart.
Chapter 497