In Lin Bei's last consciousness, he felt as if he had been stuffed into a drum washing machine. The world was spinning and his internal organs were surging. The bowl of spicy soup spilled all over him, and his face was smeared with spicy oil. He was covered in smoke and lay on the ground like a dead dog.
When he opens his eyes again——
Blue sky and white clouds, cranes flying together, green mountains in the distance, clouds and mist nearby. A majestic archway stands in front of you, with two golden characters engraved on it:
Nantianmen
