A Dream

However, when his gaze fell upon a wooden box next to him, he jolted awake, regaining some clarity.

In the wooden box, there were still about a dozen pieces of bright red mouse meat remnants, identical in color to when he left, showing no sign of any change.

Liu Ming was immensely astonished.

Although the flesh of spiritual beasts could be preserved for much longer than ordinary meat due to its magical properties, the idea that it could remain fresh after half a year was certainly laughable.

Liu Ming's face changed several times as he glanced at a nearby wooden bucket still filled with clear water. Moving his arm, he touched his back and felt something damp; his back was still wet with sweat.

His expression grew even more troubled, but in the next instant, he remembered something and abruptly pulled out two items from his bosom.

One was an ordinary-looking green wooden box, and the other was a roughly made copper hourglass.