'Hiss, it hurts...'
Li Ping'an's Primordial Spirit was the first to awaken. Groggily opening his eyes, he instinctively looked up at the Golden Cloud above the Spirit Platform.
The Golden Cloud remained intact, and the Heavenly Dao showed no anomalies.
What on earth happened?
His Dao Body opened its eyes, and a rather clichéd scenario suddenly unfolded.
An unfamiliar ceiling;
An unfamiliar wide-rimmed soft couch;
An unfamiliar... cough, actually familiar big sister resting on his arm.
Through the pale-white canopy, he could see the dovetail joints of the ceiling crafted into a delicate structure, as well as the intricate barriers enveloping the hall inside and out.
A thin blanket covered the bare bodies of the two, and Li Ping'an's Immortal Consciousness surveyed the "battlefield."
He could clearly see the intertwined figures beneath the blanket;
