At dawn, all was silent as the sky gradually began to brighten.
A few lingering stars were embedded in the pale-blue sky. The earth was hazy, as though shrouded in a veil of silver-gray gauze.
Su Fan slowly opened his eyes, rubbed his face, and then rose from the couch inside the Thatched Cottage.
This was the soundest sleep he had gotten in the past two years.
After all, he had previously been in Celestial Race territory, where he had to worry at every moment about those old Integration Stage monsters from the Celestial Race showing up.
Even on the journey back, he had remained on tenterhooks, terrified that those old fellows from the Celestial Race would catch up with him.
There was no helping it. Su Fan had offended the Celestial Race far too viciously.
He left the Thatched Cottage and came into the courtyard. Sister Zhen had already gone off to play with Luo Xiwen and Li Chongxiu, so he was alone near the Thatched Cottage.
At that moment, Su Fan's gaze sharpened. In the blink of an eye, he left the Portable Secret Realm.
When his figure appeared again, he was already inside the luxurious hall of that hotel.
Su Fan had only just sat down cross-legged when he saw Shu Wan lead a group of people in from outside, carrying one food tray after another.
The scene was spectacular. Dozens of beautiful young women carried food trays in a long line, entering the hall and arranging the breakfasts from the trays on a round table.
"Immortal Venerable, please have your breakfast..."
Su Fan nodded, then sat at the round table. A group of young women gathered around him, bustling about and waiting on him until he finished breakfast.
They watched with their own eyes as a