"Bang!"
The doors of the Temple of Memory suddenly burst open from the inside, ejecting a figure like a cannonball, who rolled all the way down to the foot of Mount Helicon.
Immediately afterward, the doors shut forcefully, and the entire temple, akin to a Magic Cube, dissipated into foam and vanished into thin air.
At the foot of the mountain, Luo En picked himself up from the ground, spat out a mouthful of grass, and looked up at the disappearing Temple of Memory with a helpless expression.
There was no way around it. Ever since the first night the Muses had offered themselves willingly, they had become addicted to the pleasures of lovemaking, demanding his attention day after day.
The excessive demands were secondary; the key issue was the serious infringement on his own rejuvenation time, affecting both the energy and the quality of his writing.
