After resting, once he reached Duke Zhen's Mansion, he would be able to reclaim his identity, utilize the mansion's resources, and start his cultivation anew.
No longer would he carry such a frail appearance.
He wouldn't be so humiliated by a guard who didn't recognize him that he could be bullied so easily on the outside.
Cheng Liunian walked on the bluestone-paved road, and as he neared the horse stables, his figure suddenly came to a halt.
His eyes were originally just bloodshot, showing a hint of weariness.
However, at this moment, his eyes were wide open, the pupils suffused with blood, his gaze filled with shock and confusion.
His eyes were fixedly staring ahead, reflecting a small, exquisitely made brass mirror.
The mirror surface was considerably damaged and even somewhat blurry.
But it vaguely reflected his figure.
He slowly approached, suddenly realizing that his steps were somewhat heavy, as if an invisible force was suppressing him.
