A flash passed by.
When Fang Zheng opened his eyes again, he found himself in a city. He walked out into the street, looking left and right, but before he could see anything...
"Damn, what a stench..."
The overwhelming stench nearly suffocated Fang Zheng. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and cast an air purification spell, which saved him. Otherwise, he might have fainted from the lack of oxygen.
"Phew... that was close."
Fang Zheng waved his hand in front of his mouth, frowned, and looked around.
Surrounding him were a bunch of simple houses, and the people on the streets were dressed plainly. It seemed like a medieval world, hmm... Western... Middle Ages... oh...
Soon, Fang Zheng spotted a few young people wearing armor and robes, dressed like mages and warriors, hurrying by.
And magic... hmm, a Western fantasy world?
"But... this place is filthy."
