Sheyan also discovered that the Stairway of the Sun in his body seemed unusually active. It had spread its roots along his blood vessels to get as close to the surface of his skin as possible in order to better absorb the liquid. "Mr. Messenger, are you awake? How are you feeling right now?" asked Grubb who was sitting on a rock to the side upon seeing Sheyan move. Sheyan looked at the surrounding environment. The place he was in seemed like a canyon. Trees that tower above the clouds abound, but the sunlight of the evening could still scattered through the gaps between branches and leaves, so the environment did not appear too dark nor too damp. Flowers and green grass grouped together orderly and there is a sense of vitality. "Ouch, I feel as if my head was smashed by a hammer. It's still ringing inside," Sheyan covered his head with a painful expression. "Freaking hell. But that doesn't matter. Is the fire extinguished?" Seeing Sheyan's concern for the forest right after he woke up, the only trace of suspicion left in Grubb dissipated. "The fire fortunately did not spread. However, I couldn't catch those damn ambushers! I would have hung them to death on trees! They're not even qualified to become fertilizers!" Sheyan heaved a sigh of relief, but he heard Grubb said worryingly.