Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
Mo Fan thought he was lying on his own bed when he woke up. He had not fallen fully unconscious since he started cultivating magic. Normally, he would retain consciousness while he was meditating or resting, to make sure he did not get hit by a meteorite, ambushed by dark magic, or have his throat slit by the Black Vatican...
Surprisingly, the place he had the best sleep at was not at home, but a bed that the people of the Black Vatican had arranged for him...
"You're awake?" a woman asked gently.
Mo Fan opened his eyes and immediately felt great pain. His eyes still had the injuries left by the pecks of the condors that almost ate them. The wounds were clearly still recovering, as he was unable to fully open his eyes. He could only squint, and in the little gap, see a beautiful and mature woman who was most likely less than thirty. Her faint smile was friendly and warm.
