Flocks of birds soared through the sky, calling without cease.
From the bushes came a rustling sound. A graceful Sika Deer stepped lightly over, carrying a branch of red berries in its mouth, and lowered its head to place it before Shen Le.
Far out on the sea, a giant whale let out a long, drawn-out cry, sending a column of water high into the air, seemingly high enough to reach the first layer of branches on the sky-supporting giant tree.
This whole world was welcoming his arrival.
Shen Le smiled faintly. He leaned back, spread his limbs wide, and flopped onto the grass in the shape of a character.
He luxuriated in the fragrance of the grass and the caress of the sea breeze.
The pace lately had been way too intense... I don't want to work right now, don't want to do any restoration, don't even want to draw in spiritual energy or cultivate...
I just want to rest properly for a while. Nobody better disturb me. Anyway, none of you can find me...
The sunlight was warm, the blades of grass soft and long, and the air all around was fragrant. As Shen Le lay there, he gradually became drowsy, as though he were about to fall asleep. "Rustle—"
"Rustle, rustle, rustle rustle rustle—"
"Scritch, scritch, patter patter..."
A series of faint, dense sounds. Shen Le reluctantly opened his eyes and turned his head to look. The moment he did, he could not help sucking in a sharp breath.
"You... are you forcing me to work?"
At some point, the zipper of the large hiking backpack he had brought had been pulled completely open, and the small bag on top that served as a cover had been flipped aside.
The entire backpack gaped open. The Brush Pot