Kapitel 1178: Nine Revolution Great Path Tea

In the bathroom, dense steam was rolling slowly under the dim yellow light while drops of water splashed about.

Bu Fang, clad in a bathrobe, walked out from the bathroom. His wet hair gradually dried up as he rubbed them with a towel.

He reached out a hand, spread his palm, and wove the fingers through his hair, feeling a cold sensation on the fingertips.

A look of contentment emerged on his face. He breathed a sigh of relief and sat on his soft bed.

He had not had such a pleasant rest in a long time, and he missed such moments.

After sitting on the bed for a while, he got up and went to the window.

The window was opened. A breeze blew through it from outside, caressing his face and making him feel relaxed. 

He leaned against the window and stroked his chin, his eyes looking at the brightly lit Immortal City. Even at night, the city was very lively, as if it never sleeps.