Reborn in a Small Town

Zhao Sheng woke from his coma but did not open his eyes at once.

It was very quiet around him. A faint fragrance hung in the air, somewhat like sandalwood, yet carrying a trace of rouge's sweet perfume.

I'm not dead?

With a flicker of doubt in his heart, Zhao Sheng quietly opened his eyes. Curtains, carved railings, embroidered quilts—and beside the bed, a little girl with her hair gathered into two horns lay sleeping.

He was lying in bed. Raising an arm before his eyes, he saw a fair, delicate palm, utterly unfamiliar and certainly not his own.

Have I crossed over? Or... possessed someone else's body?

With that thought, Zhao Sheng abruptly sat up in bed. Feeling how frail and powerless this body was, he could not help but feel both shocked and doubtful.

His once incomparably powerful true body was gone? Not only that, he could not sense even his Primordial Spirit Dharma Body.

At this moment, he had thoroughly become an ordinary mortal of flesh and blood.

Having experienced countless bizarre and fantastical events, Zhao Sheng quickly regained his calm and slowly examined the room's furnishings.

At that moment, his movement disturbed the little girl sleeping by the bed.

She rubbed her eyes and raised her head. When she saw the young master sitting upright on the bed, she immediately cried out in delight, "Young Master, you're finally awake! I'll go tell Master and Madam."

With that, the little girl swiftly got to her feet, turned, and darted out of the room, leaving Zhao Sheng no time to stop her.

More than half an hour later, Zhao Sheng, now dressed in a brand-new embroidered robe, sat before a huge round table laden with delicious dishes.

Two others were seated at the table. To his left sat