The morning sunlight scattered down.
Towering buildings reflected the first streak of morning light through their floor-to-ceiling windows.
As the autumn wind brushed by, dry ginkgo leaves rustled down, sprinkling on both sides of the asphalt road.
Workers dressed in yellow-patterned uniforms were sweeping the streets, office workers yawned as they crowded at the bus station, and a steady stream of private cars moved along.
"Back already?"
Taking it all in, Chen Feng stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, quietly overlooking the entire Nanjiang District.
This time, he stayed in the Snake Spirit Secret Realm for close to four days.
But upon returning, only one night had passed.
It was as if he really just had a conscious dream, but Chen Feng was clear that it was a real world.
Then, looking down at his palm.
The black snake-shaped patterns, though significantly dimmed, were still deep and shadowy.
[Snake Spirit Power: 100/100]
