Zhang Xinglie turned around, carrying the vegetables as he left the market. When no one was watching, he put them into the magic spirit bag inside his clothes and slowly walked home.
The pale golden sunset shone on his face.
His expression was calm, and his gaze was steady.
Even in such circumstances, he never complained about life.
He kept exercising every day, studying divine text, and reading, searching for direction for the future.
He had already decided that after taking a break, he would fully accept his current situation, apply to Yunhua to change his major, and pursue a path in humanities or research.
He walked to the bench in the park and slowly sat down.
He stared dazedly ahead.
His current body was still at the great innate level, filled with power.
Logically, walking a few steps shouldn't tire him.
Yet, for some reason, after walking for a while, he would feel extremely tired all over.
It felt like something was pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe.
