The top floor of Wangxiang Tower has now become Xu Xuan's exclusive room.
The sound of running water could be heard from the bathroom with 24-hour hot water, and after a while, the door opened, and Xu Xuan came out draped in a bathrobe, the steam on his body disappearing automatically.
The living room was filled with various brands of clothing and daily necessities, and the mattress and cup sleeves had been replaced.
Xu Xuan lazily lay on the sofa, his hair inexplicably short.
For someone of his cultivation level, bathing was actually unnecessary, as his magical body had a self-cleaning function. Even if he didn't bathe for thousands of years, he would be cleaner than someone who bathed every day.
He did this merely to recapture that past feeling.
Turning on the television, a melodramatic soap opera was being broadcasted hotly.
