The sky was dimly lit.
The morning sunlight, pure and comfortable, gently filtered through the treetops into the cave, casting a splendidly fragmented shadow on the ground.
In the soft and tender light, Fang Zhixing woke up, his eyes opening clear and pure, as pristine as a newborn baby.
"Awake?"
Xigou squatted at the cave entrance, turning his head.
Fang Zhixing stretched lazily, sat cross-legged, and asked, "How long have I slept?"
Xigou replied, "You've been asleep for a full three days and nights."
Fang Zhixing understood.
In fact, with his current physical condition, he normally did not need to sleep.
But if he didn't sleep for a long time, he would feel uneasy.
Perhaps this was a biological instinct that, as human beings, they could never fully overcome.
Fang Zhixing steadied his spirit, dragged over his bag, and dumped its contents out.
In an instant, the cave was filled with the luminous glow of treasures, brilliant and spectacular.
