When Su Chen opened his eyes, he was lying on a shabby bamboo bed.
There are moldy beams overhead, bags of fertilizer piled in the corner, and the air is filled with the smell of chicken feces.
He slowly sat up, looked at the short sleeves on his body that had turned white after washing, and twitched the corners of his mouth.
"Is this what you said... Living a low-key life?"
In my mind, an old voice sounded: "Master, you have been hidden from the world for thousands of years. Now that your spiritual energy is thin, it is really not appropriate to act in a high-profile manner."
Su Chen sighed.
Thousands of years.
