The rooster crows, and the world becomes bright.
Gao Xuan didn't hear the rooster crow, but he was already awake. This was a biological clock developed over more than a decade, more reliable than an alarm clock.
A few rays of morning light filtered through the window, casting a soft glow over the room.
Gao Xuan sat on the bed, holding the quilt, his eyes a bit blank. He was awake, but his mind was still a little foggy.
The events of last night's banquet at the Dragon Court were still vivid in his mind. He remembered deliberately wiping a bit of oil on his sleeve as a mark.
Gao Xuan returned to his senses and looked at his sleeve, which was clean and had no trace of any mark.
The events of last night were, after all, just a dream.
At this thought, a twitch ran through Gao Xuan's forehead, as if something were about to leap out of his mind.
He was a bit surprised, was there really a Golden Core?
