I Am Restoring the Classic of Mountains and Seas in the Human World

In the afternoon of June, the scorching sun made the bluestone road sizzle, and the air was filled with the smell of melted asphalt. The steaming heat made the scenery in the alley slightly distorted. Deep in Nanluogu Lane, the plaque "Su Ji Framed" was peeled off by the sun, and its edges were curled and peeled. Under the dazzling light, it looked like the withered and mottled face of a dying old man.