Wang Mian's eyes, filled with confusion, scanned the layout of the room.
The room in front of him was neither too big nor too small, with little furniture, giving a sense of emptiness. It was a bare stone and earth room with no decoration and nothing worth noting.
Aside from him, there were no other life forms in the room.
"Where is this place?"
Wang Mian wondered to himself.
Suddenly arriving in an unfamiliar environment, he felt more curiosity than anxiety or uneasiness.
He had grown accustomed to such occurrences.
When the White Clothes personality took over his body, his consciousness would enter a dormant state, unable to perceive the outside world, even if faced with life-threatening danger.
He could only estimate roughly how long he had slept based on his mental state.
If he was correct, he should have been asleep for a day, no more than two.
