Indeed, it's not comfortable at all.
Luo Xiaohei drew this conclusion contentedly, yawned, curled up into a ball, used his tail as a pillow, and fell asleep next to An Su.
The warm sunlight shone on them, and the 'error' on the sky screen also faded from blood red, taking on a slightly intoxicated hue.
[Exam concluded]
This world was wrong; it would forever spiral upward, detached from the control of the Radiant Holy See, belonging solely to Chenxing's private domain.
However, An Su's identity remained that of a saint, so Chenxing's faction still belonged to the lineage of the True Gods. Their souls were still under the protection of the Seven True Gods—whether it was An Su or Cersei, saints would be reshaped according to the rules set during the game between True Gods and the Evil God, losing their memories.
But as the Master of the World, An Su should be able to avoid losing his memories.
....
An Su was soundly asleep inside, but the outside world had erupted into chaos.