From morning until dusk, once Xiao Yi Xian had successfully cleared all the "fire poison" from his body, Xiao Yan silently summoned a flame to dry the bed.
Breathing in the fragrance of the hair of the woman beside him, Xiao Yan grinned and drew her into his arms. Before long, he drifted off to sleep, utterly content.
His consciousness gradually sank into silence, as though he were soaring ever higher into the heavens. When his awareness cleared again, Xiao Yan found himself amid a familiar expanse of gray fog.
The Gray Fog Space.
The instant he appeared, Xiao Yan raised an eyebrow. The great hall was already filled with a hubbub, and he heard a few voices he had never heard before.
Looks like we have newcomers?
But why does it sound like everyone's talking at once? It hasn't been this lively in ages.
At that thought, Xiao Yan cocked an ear to listen, and his expression immediately turned peculiar.
Apparently, all this hubbub came from a single newcomer.
"If someone curses you out a couple of times and you spend the whole day upset, isn't that the same as letting them curse you all day?!
If you stay upset for a year, that's the same as letting them curse you for a year!
If you remember it until you die, that's the same as letting them curse you your entire life!"
The voice was full and powerful, imbued with an air of righteousness that made its words feel sincerely convincing.
Curious, Xiao Yan stepped out of the gray fog and saw an exceptionally handsome monk wearing a brocade kasaya and a Vairocana crown, pointing at someone else as he rattled on in a booming voice.
"Master, I understand now. You mean, 'Heed not the rain striking leaves in