The deafening thunder seemed to still be roaring in his eardrums. Lin Fan opened his eyes suddenly. The dazzling incandescent light made him subconsciously squint his eyes. A strange smell mixed with musty smell and oily smoke lingered on the tip of his nose.
This is not the Qingyun Sect's tribulation platform.
What you see is the mottled peeling wall, the shaky ceiling fan above your head, the hard wooden bed beneath you, and the quilt covering you exudes an indescribable "smell of time."
