Linjiang Cultivation Academy, South Gate.
The air conditioner in the security booth made a soft buzzing sound, blowing out drowsy air.
Yu Cangfeng was lying on his back on a recliner that had been used for countless years. The chair creaked, as if it would fall apart at any time. He held up his mobile phone. On the screen was a fancy Xianxia mobile game, and his character was hanging up and automatically spawning monsters.
"Tsk, this explosion rate is as impressive as my salary."
He muttered, threw the phone to his chest, and touched a glass of iced Americano on the small table next to him. There were water drops hanging on the wall of the plastic cup, and the ice cubes had almost melted. He took a sip, and the bitter liquid slid down his throat, cheering up his half-asleep nerves a little.
This is his daily routine.
