After resolving to sleep more regularly, so that he can fight with bad dreams (???) more often, Yu Xuan rubbed the sleep from his eyes and began his morning routine.
After all, he was still a mortal.
Then he took a warm bath, the hot water practically washing away lingering fatigue. Then, slipping into his new sect robes, he approached the mirror.
Polished, youthful skin. Lustrous black hair. Deep, entrancing eyes that shimmered like obsidian under starlight.
"I am… really handsome," he muttered, unable to resist admiring his reflection for a few moments longer than necessary.
With his confidence refreshed and space ring secured, Yu Xuan stepped out of his residence.
The peak was silent and peaceful, touched only by the occasional breeze and the soft rustling of distant trees.
The clouds drifted leisurely below the mountain's summit, and golden sunlight poured down in beams through the branches above.
