I hadn't checked the book reviews in ages. When I looked today, one suddenly made me laugh. Some guy without a single fan point opened his mouth and announced he was dropping the book. Jiaoshou just wanted to ask: what does your reading pirated copies have to do with me? How important do you think you are? You really think far too highly of yourself.
Early that morning, the sky had yet to brighten fully, and the sun outside was only just rising.
The hazy veil of night still shrouded the earth, leaving everything indistinct.
Lying on the soft, spacious bed, Rex opened his eyes. He lifted his head toward the window and checked the sky outside.
The house was built of wood, but its windows were glass.
It was not ordinary glass that was transparent from both sides. People inside could see out clearly, but those outside could not see in.
It was still early, yet Rex felt no desire to sleep. He gently moved aside the arm wrapped around him, softly patted Rona's delicate body, and got out of bed.
Rex was not sleepy at all because things were weighing on his mind. His mood was somewhat heavy, leaving him unable to sleep.
Today was destined to be an extraordinary day.
The auction would be held today, marking the official launch of the Wired Telegraph. Not only that, but out on the Great Sea, this was also the day the archmage would make contact with the Draenei.
Both major events fell on the same day, and that had kept Rex from getting a good night's rest.
Having risen early, Rex washed with cold water.
It was winter now, and the water was icy. A quick wash was wonderfully invigorating, immediately clearing his head.
He went out into the