Kapitel 508: Drunk, Who?

Xu Feng was a man burdened by memories—some blurred like a dream, others sharp and painful. He had spent many lifetimes navigating different worlds, and now none truly felt like home.

Currently, as he sat naked in the quiet clearing, surrounded by the remnants of his little feast, he felt more lost than ever. He had more memories than before, but it hadn't made things better.

'Knowledge is power.'

Xu Feng remembered this saying from his time in Dongmen and couldn't help but roll his eyes. It was much better to remain blissfully unaware! Okay, maybe that wasn't true, but knowing too much wasn't the best either.

His silver hair, a backsplash against his youthful face, framed features that were both familiar and foreign. It was his face, but not quite—more mature, more defined, and tinged with an otherworldly essence. It seemed as though his appearance had solidified.