Zhou Ping'an opened his eyes, and the sun was already slanting west outside the window.
The orange sunlight streamed through the western window, illuminating the room where dust danced in the air, lending an exceptionally serene and harmonized atmosphere.
His first action was to look down at his own body.
His face lit up with pleasure.
"Finally, I didn't come over here naked."
After piecing together the two fragments of the Broken Mirror to form the Crescent Moon Mark.
He not only gained a storage space but also, when he traveled through again, whatever he wore would come with him.
"Then, the food and supplies in that space should have come over as well."
His mind had just probed into the Broken Mirror on his wrist when he took a glance.
Zhou Ping'an suddenly took a sprinter's lunge, bursting out through the window.
Upon his collision, the wooden window lattice shattered into countless fragments, scattering in all directions.
