The weather was breezy and sunny.
The spring breeze was utterly charming.
Warm sunlight poured down across Longevity World.
Chang'sheng really didn't feel like singing praises about such perfect weather.
Instead, he thought—
This was honestly the kind of day best spent lying in the sun, taking a gloriously lazy nap.
But—
Just when you want to relax the most, that's exactly when someone insists on ruining your peace.
See?
He'd only just set a little table next to his recliner: a pot of tea, some spirit fruits—all laid out perfectly within arm's reach.
Then he collapsed comfortably into the chair, all set for the dream nap he absolutely deserved—
And right then, a message popped up out of nowhere.
Chang'sheng's mood instantly crashed—like right when you're about to hit the good part, and your boss calls you in to work overtime.
Depressing as hell.
It was a message from the Mister of the mortal village.
