About a month and a half later, Su Heng finally woke up.
He slowly opened his eyes in the secret chamber of the Demon Suppression Tower, his breathing heavy and prolonged. The gust of wind expelled from his mouth, like a pale white streamer, kicked up a bit of accumulated dust on the ground before it fluttered back down.
The secret chamber felt somewhat hazy and emitted a strange sulfuric scent.
Su Heng's brow furrowed slightly.
He waved his hand, and the gust of wind driven by gravity,
swept up all the dust in the chamber, arbitrarily piling it up in a corner.
With a "bang!"
the window above the chamber opened, and beams of golden sunlight shone in.
The sunlight felt warmly on his skin. Su Heng squinted his eyes and saw tiny dust particles floating in the beams of light. His deep, dark gaze journeyed beyond the window, staring up at the golden sun suspended in the sky. A mysterious connection formed between Su Heng and that distant celestial body.
