C8 He Was Looking for Immortal Medicine.

"Where am I?"

A middle-aged man, clad in plain attire, emerged from the mist, his eyes widening at the sight of the surroundings, which resembled an autumnal landscape.

Outside, the world was in the throes of summer heat, yet here it was pleasantly cool, with fruit trees heavy with their bounty—a veritable vision of harvest. This oddity piqued his curiosity