Dawn was breaking.
Morning beams filtered through gaps in the dark clouds, illuminating a dilapidated and gloomy room.
These beams lasted only for a few seconds before retreating back behind the ominous clouds.
The fleeting light returned the room to darkness, but it was enough to awaken the sleeping figure.
The silhouette on the bed stirred.
The body lying on its side stretched out, as eyes opened, a pair of unfocused black eyes began to gather, finding their focus.
The pitch-black eyes, akin to the deep sea, gently rotated, sweeping over the cobweb-laden ceiling.
The figure sat up, and a black tie slid off from the shoulder.
The eyes surveyed the seemingly long-neglected and dilapidated bedroom, slightly pausing as they glanced at the corner cabinet.
Lu Li instinctively took out his phone, the screen lit up, it was booting up.
During the booting process, Lu Li immersed his mind, his thoughts flipping through the Ghost Envoy Manual.
