Su Hao's thoughts gradually revived, and he regained the ability to think. He slowly opened his eyes, but did not rush to get up. Instead, he silently felt his limbs and five senses return to his control. After spacing out for a while longer, he finally sat up slowly.
Only then did he discover that he had become a boy of seven or eight, lying asleep in bed.
Su Hao was greatly surprised. "Why am I not a three- or four-year-old child? Could it be because my consciousness power has grown stronger?"
Whatever the reason, this was generally a good thing. He had only just been reborn, and a seven- or eight-year-old boy at least had some ability to protect himself.
Su Hao stretched out a fist and clenched it. A weak, powerless sensation washed over him, as though he were an ordinary mortal.
Su Hao could not help thinking, This powerless state again. It will take at least five years to regain relatively formidable strength! I need to keep a low profile for the next five years, then explore this world afterward.
The style of the room was antiquated, and it looked as though it had been around for many years.
Su Hao rose and walked over to a bronze mirror. Through its reflection, he vaguely made out his appearance.
Overall, his looks were acceptable. He wore long hair, part of it coiled atop his head and the rest tied behind his back, making him look somewhat disheveled. His clothes resembled Hanfu in style, but the fabric was rough at a glance and clearly not high-end goods.
Su Hao secretly guessed, Have I been reborn into a world from an ancient era? It does not look particularly special. Still, I should first see what the situation is.
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