Several days later, around noon.
The midday sun was a little dazzling, but not scorching. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows.
On a bench by the roadside, Zhao Cheng lay with his head pillowed on Belvia's thigh, lazily watching the long, pale legs passing back and forth. He could not help sighing inwardly. Summer truly was wonderful. No, more accurately, girls' bodies were really healthy. It was only May, yet they were already dressed so lightly. Weren't they afraid of catching a cold?
The weather was not actually cold, yet Zhao Cheng was dressed very warmly, mainly because his body was still somewhat weak.
A few days ago, with a single glance, he had turned back time and wiped out a host of enemies with a level-one ultimate. The whole point had been invincibility.
And after invincibility came the backlash.
Although sacrificing the King of Light had greatly reduced most of the cost, he himself had still paid a price in the end. Even now, his body had not fully recovered and remained weak.
It felt much like being completely drained after intense exercise.
Because of this, Zhao Cheng had received no shortage of suspicious looks lately. Many people were probably wondering just what he had done to become so weak at such a young age.
Zhao Cheng could only pretend not to notice. After all, he could hardly tell them that he was this way because he had saved an entire city.
Breathing in the fresh air, which carried faint traces of fragrance, Zhao Cheng gradually felt himself growing sleepy again.
Recently, he had become increasingly drowsy, and he often had strange dreams as well. Many of them were set in the future.
In that hazy state, Zhao Cheng saw a pair of very