Having transmigrated from Earth, Yang Yue has lived in this world for three years. Yet its far more advanced technology has left him with no chance to show what he can do.
Just as Yang Yue begins to accept his life as it is, the System, late to arrive, draws him into the plains above the clouds.
He runs his hand along wooden walls repaired with spruce, walks ancient stone paths steeped in the passage of time, warms a pot of tea, and savors life. In his leisure, he watches the clouds drift and unfold; when busy, he finds joy in the simple pleasures of farm life. Together with his lovely wife, he lives a carefree, unhurried life.
