Chu Feng raised his head in confusion.
The stubble on his face was already covered in his cheeks. At first glance, he looked like he was in his seventies or eighties.
Only his eyes were bright and eager for knowledge.
He tilted his head and glanced at the empty bookshelf.
"Hmm… Is it over?"
As he spoke, a sharp saber beam slashed across his body.
The beard on his face was instantly shaved clean, and a green set of clothes suddenly appeared on his body.
He suddenly became dozens of times younger!
"Phew…"
After doing all of this, Chu Feng heaved a sigh of relief.
He silently sensed for a while.
"A thousand years have passed, but it feels like yesterday…"
At that moment, Chu Feng seemed to have been washed clean and reborn.
It was not about strength, but an indescribable aura.
That was the natural aura of a confident scholar after reading ten thousand books.
