A gust of chilly wind woke him, and he slowly opened his eyes, feeling the dampness of the sheets beneath him soaked with his sweat. Already dizzy and lightheaded, the stench of sweat made the newly awakened Pei Yan retch.
He forced himself to sit up on the bed, summoned his mechanical assistant to heat the bathwater again, and directly immersed himself in the suitable temperature bath. The water washed away the grime on his body while giving the physically and mentally exhausted Pei Yan a great sense of relief. Resting his head on the edge of the tub, his right hand continuously played with the water, and as he suddenly lifted it, he gazed at his outwardly normal arm with a knowingness that its inner strength had undergone a complete transformation.
