Bologue could be certain that he was still inside the Cultivation Room. Faced with this somewhat warm scene, Bologue couldn't help but laugh to himself.
A Sunshine Inn?
In the depths of the Cultivation Room? What a joke. By comparison, the recent life-and-death escape felt like an illusion.
Bologue took a deep breath and stretched his body. His psychological acceptance was gradually increasing. After a simple complaint, he began to explore this inn.
Being hidden deep within the Cultivation Room, Bologue did not believe this was just a simple inn. It harbors some secret, though Bologue had yet to discover it.
The inn's front desk was empty, only a record player stood there, and as the vinyl spun, an old man's song echoed in his ears.
Bologue softly hummed along with the voice, "Mother, warn your child not to follow in my footsteps."
The song sounded quite nice, seemingly a man's self-confession and a warning to others.
