The next morning, Xue Jing opened his eyes with absolute precision, not a second off.
In his dark red eyes, the azure light at all four corners gradually receded.
He slowly sat up, his lazy movements filled with an indescribable dignity and majesty. It was as if the Lion King had awoken on the grasslands, elegant yet terrifying.
— His bearing resembled that of the Lion King.
Xue Jing placed his palm on the edge of the mattress, exerted a slight force, then turned his body, intending to get off the bed.
"Rip—"
A tearing sound came, and Xue Jing was slightly startled.
Looking at his side, the spring-filled, elastic mattress had actually been pressed down to its base by his palm.
"Hm? I didn't use that much strength."
Xue Jing slightly frowned.
Although his strength had grown yesterday, he had long since adjusted to it.
With his current control over his body, he should not have made such a mistake in applying strength.