In the cave dwelling adorned with light-colored curtains, Qiong Qi was bound to a plain, unadorned chair.
It maintained a human form, its head lowered, snoring lightly. If it weren't for the golden chains tightly binding its body, it would look as if it were merely napping after a meal.
Tired and sleepy, it had lowered its head to sleep.
If one looked closely, they could see black and colorful bubbles attached to the tips of Qiong Qi's fur, with a rough ratio of nine to one.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please take a look. This is a little gadget I've recently developed, called 'Dreams with You'."
The gentle voice of the Sleep God, Yun Zhongjun, rose beside them as a group of people slowly walked into the space, their gazes uniformly falling on Qiong Qi.
If looks could kill, Qiong Qi would probably have been reduced to nothing by now.
