Boiling

Zhang Heng subconsciously reached for his waist, but it was empty. Only then did he remember that he hadn't brought the [ hidden scabbard ] with him this time.

In reality, it wasn't just the hidden scabbard. The travel bag that he had placed the props in earlier wasn't with him either. He had practically walked here empty-handed, even though the fire had almost reached his bedroom, however, with his level of calmness, it was almost impossible for him to make such a low-level mistake. Furthermore, the starfish watch that had been on his wrist the whole time was nowhere to be seen. Zhang Heng had already realized that he was most likely in a dream.