I openes my eyes to the dull light filthering through the cracks in the orphanage's creaky wooden shutters.

"Damn, I feel so tired"

"Ugh, I better get up, the matron will get mad otherwise!"

*creak*bed noises*creak*

Groggy and unwilling to face another day of chores and cultivation training, I couldn't shake off the persistent letargy that seemed to plague me like a heavy fog.

At six years old, I was the undisputed champion of laziness among the other orphans.

Walking out of my room, i went to do my chores for the day on the way i saw some of the other orphans out and about already doing chores and i greeted them.

While sweeping the floors i met my friend xiang zhu(AN.vermillion) he was named like that because he had red hair, we greeted eachother.

"Hey, Mèng Móu"