Two days later.
Southernmost tip of Yizhou, a certain beach by the sea.
The fine white sand lay smooth on the ground, with a lush green forest behind it. A straw hut, elevated two meters above the ground, had somehow appeared at the edge of the woods.
A gentle warm breeze blew, rustling the leaves, as sunlight filtered through the gaps, leaving dappled patches of light around the wooden house.
On the porch in front of the wooden house, Chen Mu sat at a long wooden table.
On both sides of the table were several small red and green dishes, with a basin-sized jade-white Flame-Separation Shell placed in the center. Snow-white fish slices clinging to the inner wall of the shell sizzled, diffusing their aroma.
Chen Mu wore a homemade short shirt and large shorts, with flip-flops on his feet, listening to the distant roar of the waves as he sipped his drink.
For a moment, he even felt like he had returned to his previous life.
