The surroundings were very quiet with only the sound of the water in the spring being heard. Shen Shian leaned against the wall of the spiritual spring. The warm spring water covered his chest as he looked up at the snow-blue βskyβ of the space.
What type of existence was this space? Who created it? What relationship and connection did it have with the Shen family? Apart from him, did anyone else know the secrets of the beads?
The similar or different questions repeated one after another without end. He sat soaking in the hot springs and obviously had no way to answer any of them.
Shen Shian bowed his head and poured a handful of water onto his face. He had almost died once, and he was safe in here. It was useless to think about these things.
After half an hour, Shen Shian felt the energy and strength in his body and used a single hand to jump up from the spring water. He dried the water on his head with the towel before wrapping it around his waist again. A grassy and soft path led to the bamboo building.
The touch of the grass against his feet was wonderful. There was a slight tingling followed by a dense itch. The land next to it was soft and a fertile black.
Not only did he have no experience with planting anything, but he was also in a modern city where it was extremely convenient to buy vegetables and fruits. It seemed unnecessary to go to the space to dig and farm.
As he was thinking, he bypassed the two large trees in front of the building and stepped on the stairs outside the entrance. Shen Shian stopped at the door, picked up the neatly folded towel on the bamboo stool, wiped his feet cleaned and put on a pair of cotton slippers next to the stool.
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