Luo Chuan lay on the sand.
With both arms pillowed behind his head, he squinted, radiating an air of laziness and leisure.
He felt quite fulfilled now.
As for the boredom that often surfaced in his heart when he had stayed in the shop before, he had long since thrown it who knew where.
So.
As long as one stayed busy and had something to do, every day would become full of fun.
He even missed his old campus life a little.
Dungeons, academies, auctions.
He had already experienced two of the three major elements of a novel, but he had never gone to see an academy.
Once everything was done, he could go experience it.
Would he be a student, or a teacher?
That was a question he needed to consider carefully.
Luo Chuan was completely relaxed, and at some point, he fell asleep.
Fortunately, it was only an ordinary nap. He did not dream of anything strange again.
Luo Chuan got up.
He stretched deeply.
He only felt refreshed and invigorated.
Then, a gust of dust and sand from the Shadow Realm blew straight into his face.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Luo Chuan sighed. He suddenly felt that he was not quite suited for the idol route—even though he really was handsome.
On the distant dunes, there were still quite a few Shadow Dwellers watching the show.
Luo Chuan was already able to turn a blind eye to them.
Then he began considering what he should do next. Continue filming, or find something else to do?
Luo Chuan decided to visit the archbishop of the Endless Divine Court.
So many days had passed. He should have written quite a bit of his autobiography by now, and Luo Chuan was very much looking forward to it.
Although he was located