"A glimmer of Spiritual Radiance illuminates the spiritual altar, so… the True Spirit remains undeluded?"
In the cramped room, a nearly inaudible whisper slowly arose.
The voice was level, yet the surprise in its tone was unmistakable.
A faint smile touched the corners of his lips as Chu Mu surveyed his surroundings. The cramped room came into sharp focus.
The room wasn't large. A single bed took up most of the space, and a modest wardrobe made the already narrow area feel even more crowded.
It was a perfectly ordinary room, but for him…
The smile slowly faded, and a dazed look appeared on Chu Mu's face.
The memories were so distant. In his already hazy recollection, this type of room seemed to have a specific name.
'A studio? A rental?'
Chu Mu wasn't sure if he remembered correctly, but at this moment, it was hardly something to dwell on.
He slowly rose from the bed, and the windowpane clearly reflected his current appearance.
