"Liu Yun, Liu Yun! Wake up, the Saint's chariot is about to arrive!"
Xiao Jie felt a dizzy spell, as if he hadn't woken from a hangover. A delicate and slightly anxious child's voice continuously sounded in his ears, causing him to feel irritable.
He tried to open "his own" eyes but found his eyelids incomparably heavy, utterly unable to open them. Even stranger, when he tried to move a finger, he discovered that his body did not obey, as if trapped in an unfamiliar shell.
"Stop bothering me... I'm awake, aren't I?" A slightly childish, sleepy young voice came from his throat.
Then, his eyes opened.
Seeing the scene before him, Xiao Jie was startled, immediately realizing the problem—his consciousness seemed to be trapped in an unfamiliar youth's body named "Liu Yun"! Unable to control, only observing from a first-person perspective, perceiving everything around, but unable to perform any actions.
