Only after a while that his body stopped fighting against himself, his eyes gradually regained focus and he finally stabilized his breathing. The pain also subsided significantly, allowing him to relax his body.

At this point, he realized that he was no longer in the cruel and desolate Underworld, but rather in a chamber, which, except for its peculiar architecture, could be considered a normal bedroom.

He wasn’t sure where this place was as he didn't have time to think so much, when, already, a random creaking noise under the wooden floor suddenly went up, forcing him to turn his head towards the door to look.

At the same time, the aunt opened the door; just now, she heard a strange sound coming from the room, which was supposed to be quiet. She immediately dropped her business and raced here, afraid that any corpse-eating demon would break into the home and steal the young masters away. Right then, the two met face to face, eye to eye.

To no surprise, the aunt let out a scream of terror and dashed away, leaving Binh An lying on the bed alone unsure of what to do. Clearly, anyone would be shocked if a stranger suddenly appeared in their house.

Binh An heard that scream getting farther and farther away, then it paused for one second before returning with more volume. Binh An was still lying in one spot, watching her running across the room, while also taking a second glance inside to confirm what she had seen was true. After confirming, she then screamed again and took off in the opposite direction.

Binh An: "..."

You screamed so loudly yet you still have the gut to come back and check up on me one last time.

Until he could no longer hear that scream as she probably left the house asking for reinforcement, the silence slowly engulfed the interior of the room, as well as the aching pain slipped inside his head, Binh An couldn't help but click his tongue and rub his temples, there really was no peaceful moment in his life.

He lay there, with no strength, not even bothering to lift his fingers. He was too fatigued to deal with things, so he closed his eyes, rested for a while, then finally fell asleep without realizing it.

By the time he woke up, the rain had stopped. The trees were lush and green, the sun's rays were piercing through the clouds, shining down on the forest below. It was not too hot nor too bright, but rather warmed up the whole atmosphere a little, transforming the entire forest into a magical and misty image. The birds could now flap and stretch their wings after a tiring day, all the chirping made the space a little more vitality.

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Binh An's room has a small window right above the desk, which also made good use of the natural lighting. But the arrangement of furniture did not make any sense, not to Binh An, at least.

Why on earth are the bed and the window placed opposite each other, now, all the lighting kept smacking on his face and blinding his eyes, how could he possibly go back to sleep again? He sat up and stretched out his upper body, his mouth was dry and missing some taste, he was so hungry that the skin on his stomach was glued to the skin on his back, he should go and find something to eat.

He stood right up, unattentive to his body, it certainly felt a bit unfamiliar, he started wobbling and had to immediately grip onto the desk next to him, causing some objects on the table to fall onto the ground.

"Clatter!"

It was only then did he notice, under the bright light coming from the outside of the window, the images of books, one by one, stacked up into many tall piles and could possibly reach up to his chin. There were even some unfinished books that were still left on display. The whole thing was so messy that it took up the entire table space.

The owner of the room seems to be an intellectual, but not a neat person.

Binh An conveniently picked up an open book on the table; it wasn't an Art of spiritual training book, but something literary and poetry, with words that stretched from page to page; just by looking at it made him all dizzy; it didn't even have illustrations like any of the books he had read.

However, it could still be seen that these books were very new or at least well-kept, the paper substance was fairly good, the binding processing of the book was very beautiful, neat and sturdy; the motifs on the covers were deeply engraved into the book, not labeled with some scribbling note like the books he had seen before. This was… not mediocre, this person was clearly in a position to own such a valuable collection of books.

When he noticed the drawer, his curiosity piqued. Without any second thought, he took the knob of the drawer and pulled it out. Inside, there were a lot of letters, some scraps of paper and some oddly shaped items which he had never seen before in his entire life let alone knew how to use them.

Looking out across the room, Binh An noticed a little more detail around him. Apart from the desk and the bed, there were papers and books scattered everywhere on the floor, which should have been enough, but the collection didn't stop there, as if the owner of the room was a real hoarder, there were even a few trunks and chest which were filled up to the top with books.

Paper was a precious material yet being treated like scrap like this, Binh An felt a little conflicted. This owner of the book collection must be even in a higher status than he anticipated, who wouldn't perceive the true value of the things they owned. They wouldn't possibly know the feelings of the lower class like himself, which made him tear up a little bit.

The architecture of this room was really strange and unfamiliar, even though he had been to many places, he had never seen this kind of architecture before.

The farthest from where he was standing, opposite the end of the bed, right at the corner, was a large sturdy wooden closet.

Binh An went to explore it, he didn't hold back on his force when he opened it, "whoosh", inside were the garments he has never seen in his life, the number was meager, the fancy ones were even rarer, yet he expected this owner would own more flamboyant and ostentatious attires. This was quite conflicting.