The next morning when the morning sun filtered through the thick, purple toxic vines hanging over the cave entrance, Gu Fan opened his eyes, and taking a deep breath, sat up.
Crack!
Crack!
"Aghh!" Gu Fan stretched his arms, and felt his muscles pumping with the strength of a 6th Stage of Body Tempering cultivator.
It has been little more than a week and Gu Fan has transformed from a shut-in in that lonely apartment of his to a cripple in his own novel and now a man who was playing everyone on his fingertips.
Feeling refreshed so early in the morning, Gu Fan smirked lazily, turning his head to look around and see what the beautiful genius of the Bai Clan, Bai Bing was up to this morning.
He expected to see her meditating or perhaps glaring at him with her icy piercing gaze.
Instead, he found the spot next to him was completely empty.
