Palmer strolled out of the room and sat on the recliner on the terrace. The Wind Source Highlands were quite cold in the early morning, with a thin mist spreading across the fields like a pale white spider web covering the ground.
The air was fresh and moist, with a hint of chill. Palmer wrapped the blanket tightly around himself, relaxing on the recliner, savoring the moment of peace.
Palmer always felt that Wind Source Highlands was a great place for retirement, unlike the highly industrialized Oubos in Oath City, where the old atmosphere still remained, and each breath tasted of nature, while in Oubos, he was often choked by the industrial fumes.
When he first arrived in Oubos, it was a truly tough day for Palmer, but fortunately, every day brought extremely novel things that gradually allowed him to forget these awful aspects.
"It feels good to be home..."
