When Luo Feng opened his eyes, the back of his head hurt as if someone had been hitting him with a brick all night long.
He held up his arms and tried to get up, but his palms were pressed into a soft thing - a cloud.
White clouds and thick clouds supported his buttocks, supported his back, and held his whole body floating in the air. In the distance, there are groups of white cranes flying past in a herringbone formation. The wind from their wings carries a fragrance, as if someone has sprinkled a handful of jasmine tea in the air.
"Am I dreaming?"
Luo Feng pinched his thigh hard. It hurt, it really hurt, and he grinned in pain.
