Edited by Aelryinth
It was another bright day.
Zhang Che laid on the platform on the mountain summit, sleeping without any shelter, and was woken up by the glaring light. He blinked his eyes, slowly sitting up, stretching himself.
Without a sleeping bag and a tent, the quality of his sleep was truly lacking.
Even though Zhang Che's physique far exceeded any normal man's, it wasn't like he could just sleep soundly anywhere. The basic requirements for a sleeping environment applied to him, too.
When his groggy mind slowly cleared up, Zhang Che summoned the Cold Abyss Flood Dragon with a wave of his hand, then mounted him and headed towards the stream at the mountain's foot. That area was almost as good as Zhang Che's private plot of land now. His daily washing up and cleaning of exotic beasts was all done along this stream.
However, it wasn't wrong to say that this area was indeed his private land, either.