The Netherworld knows no division between day and night; when Su Lun awoke, the sky still bore that ghostly gray moon.
A good sleep had restored his energy.
Even the hormonal rampage that had torn through his body tissues had mostly healed.
Su Lun glanced at Qian Tiao still sleeping soundly beside him, raised an eyebrow slightly; this gambling addict of a woman seemed to have no defenses against him, her spread-eagled sleeping posture brought a smile to the corner of his mouth.
Melee combat professionals require more rest, so he didn't wake Qian Tiao. After dressing, he set up a stove in the dilapidated great hall and prepared to make something to eat.
The food in this cursed space should not be eaten, but luckily, Su Lun was always prepared with plenty of food.
Having Spatial Ability is convenient; there's no worry about the Storage Ring running out of space.
