Song Shuhang's consciousness emerged from the Core World as a new day began.
Sunlight streamed through the window and spilled across the bed.
The tender shoots of the Wooden Body unfurled toward the sunlight.
"Dawn already?" Song Shuhang reached out, picked up his phone, and swiped it open.
November 22, 7:33 a.m.
"It's actually this late? Time to get up, time to get up," Song Shuhang said.
The Wooden Body climbed out of bed, carried his head to the washroom, and began its morning ablutions—the Steel Villa belonging to Senior White had practically all the functions of a modern villa.
After carefully washing the head, the Wooden Body put it back in place.
Song Shuhang rose and went downstairs, following the auras of Senior White and Su Clan's Sixteen.
Then...
He discovered that in the first-floor living room, Senior White was writing and drawing on a small blackboard, explaining cultivation knowledge.
Below him, Onion Lady, Su Clan's Sixteen, and Black-Skinned Soft Feather were sitting properly and studying with utmost seriousness.
Song Shuhang stared in disbelief and rubbed his eyes.
When he opened them again... Onion Lady was still there!
What was more, she was taking notes earnestly while studying!
Song Shuhang hurriedly looked up at the sun in the sky.
Had the sun risen in the west today?
Or had someone possessed Onion Lady's body?
At that moment, Senior White happened to finish his explanation.
Su Clan's Sixteen turned around and smiled. "Shuhang, you're awake. Did you sleep well?"
Song Shuhang nodded. "I slept wonderfully. I'm full of energy, practically reborn—refreshed and invigorated. It feels like all the aftereffects of the Blood Sacrifice have vanished."
He felt that his head no longer showed any signs of "dehydration," and his condition was excellent. Perhaps in another day or two, his head