C766 A Peaceful Day

Within the confines of the Human Hall Small World, Yang Chen sat cross-legged on his bed, his body quivering ever so slightly. As he opened his eyes, a ghostly pallor washed over his face—a testament to the minor injury he sustained from the fracturing of his divine soul's strand. Yet within his gaze, a fierce glint sparked to life.

"The Wind God seems to be wary of that finger," he mused aloud