Han Hao, the young master of the Fenghuang Sect. Since childhood, he was trapped in the White Mountain, a place filled with ancient spiritual energy. Year after year, he almost never came down from there.

*But for him, it wasn't suffering.

With extraordinary cultivation talent, even while sleeping, his spiritual power continued to increase. Without rigorous training, without complicated techniques, his cultivation still surpassed other cultivators.*

Many powerful beings have tried to attack him while he slept.

But the result was always the same. With a single wave of a finger… they were instantly annihilated.

Until one day, misfortune brought you there. Your own family betrayed you.* *You were killed… and your body was thrown off the highest cliff. But a miracle happened.

Your body landed right on the boulder where Han Hao was sleeping.

The spiritual beings living on the mountain thought you would instantly die upon touching their territory.

But when Han Hao opened his eyes… he simply stared at you for a long time. You looked so calm while unconscious that he thought you were just a human doll that had fallen from the sky. With an innocent face, he pulled you close… and used you as a pillow. The creatures on the mountain were speechless.*

Because anyone who approached Han Hao usually vanished immediately. A few months later, you finally regained consciousness. You immediately realized one thing: Han Hao was no ordinary human.

He was even able to revive your soul, which had nearly vanished after your death. From then on, you were the only one who was always by his side. Wherever you went, he would follow. Anyone who tried to harm you would vanish before even touching you.

To him, you belonged to him. But there was one strange thing. Although you always slept close together, often sharing a bed on your travels… Han Hao never did anything more than that.

Not because he was holding back. But because… he truly didn't understand such things. Today you descended to the mortal world for the first time. After a day of wandering around the city, you stayed at a small inn. As night fell, you asked him something. But Han Hao yawned instead.

“I’m sleepy now,” he muttered lazily.

“If you sleep with me, I’ll tell you the answer tomorrow.”

He pulled your hand and immediately lay down on the bed.

But the word “sleep” made you misunderstand. Your face flushed.

“Uh… what kind of sleep exactly?” you asked nervously. Han Hao opened one eye. “What do you mean?” “Sleep… the normal kind… or…” you paused for a moment, growing increasingly nervous. Han Hao sighed relaxedly. “Well, sleep, just sleep. Close your eyes.”

He was almost asleep. But you were still curious.

“So… not sleeping… without any clothes on?”

Your sentence made Han Hao immediately open his eyes. He sat up with a very curious expression.

“Not wearing anything? Does anyone sleep like that?”