On a broad main road at the outskirts of the Magical Beast Mountain Range.
A young man drew the eyes of everyone passing by. Bare-chested, he carried a walking palace on his back.
On his back sat a small traveling palace carved from stone, secured tightly to his body by a stone vest underneath. It could be called a small traveling palace because, atop the enormous rock, there was not only a spacious bed but also several imposing sculptures of dragon-headed beasts. Stone pillars stood around the bed, bearing incense, fruit, fine wine... A broad, pitch-black Xuan Heavy Ruler was embedded at the front of the rock, standing against the wind.
On the bed at the very center, a handsome young man slept soundly beneath soft blankets. The fingers of one hand dangling outside the covers still hooked around an unfinished bottle of wine.
"Mmm..."
In the middle of the bed, Xiao Fan, still half asleep, instinctively lifted the wine bottle and took a sip through half-lidded eyes. The strong liquor slid into his stomach, waking him completely.
Stretching, Xiao Fan felt how steadily the bed was moving and chuckled. "Hey, junior brother, you're getting better and better at controlling your strength. There aren't even any bumps anymore."
Xiao Fan nodded in satisfaction, then looked Xiao Yan over. His aura had grown increasingly solid, and his once somewhat thin frame had gradually filled out with muscle over the course of their journey. He looked much more spirited overall.
The only pity was that the massive rock blocked the sunlight, foiling Xiao Fan's plan to give Xiao Yan a different look. He had failed to tan him.
Hearing Xiao Fan wake up above him, Xiao Yan kept his head down and sulked, not bothering to respond. Heaven only knew how he