A faint white mist exhaled from his mouth and nose, lightly moving his body, Ye Yinzhu's consciousness slowly returned to his brain, and his spirit gradually awoke.
"Is this what soul slumber feels like? It seems quite comfortable." This was Ye Yinzhu's first reaction.
Everything around him was warm and cozy, as if he were wrapped in a furnace of just the right temperature. Apart from comfort, he could find no other sensation. There was a faint sweetness in his mouth, with a refreshing fragrance—even quite smooth. The comfort from head to toe was intoxicating, especially as this sensation became clearer, making it even more addictive.
Is this really the world of the spirits? Ye Yinzhu slowly opened his eyes. How could the world of the spirits feel warm?
