The room was enveloped in a comforting silence that was far from dead and lonely. It was the kind of silence that had become second nature to Xu Feng, a familiar presence in his life.
This ancient room, with its timeless aura, had gradually become his new normal. He had been in this world for approximately seven months, although if you counted his adventures in the Dong Ancestor's space, it would be closer to a year.
In that time, he had grown accustomed to the rhythms of this world, its customs, and its quirks. In many ways, this world felt more like home to him than the modern world he had come from, a place that had Dongmen, the country where he had spent his younger years from toddlerhood to late adolescence.
Dongmen and Donghua, both were strange in their own ways.
