Two pastries in his stomach could not fill Jiang Hao up, but they greatly eased his hunger. Recalling what the servant had said when delivering them—that they were sent by his family's Young Mistress—Jiang Hao immediately thought of the two girls by the carriage window.
The Young Mistress had to be the fourteen- or fifteen-year-old girl. She looked graceful and gentle, with delicate, lovely features. At a glance, she seemed like a kind-hearted girl.
As the ancients said, kindness received, even as small as a drop of water, should be repaid with a gushing spring!
Jiang Hao would remember this kindness.
Jiang Hao looked around. Staying here was not an option. To survive, he at least had to find a place where people lived. He pushed himself to his feet and looked at the wheel ruts left by the caravan that had just passed.
"Since they went in that direction, there must be a town ahead. I'll follow this road."
His internal injuries were severe, so he could not walk quickly. Leaning on his crutch, he slowly made his way forward.
He had no idea how far the road ahead stretched. With injuries like his, Jiang Hao wondered if he could cultivate and heal while walking, just as he did while sitting cross-legged in meditation.
He decided to try it.
He tried multitasking, devoting a small part of his attention to walking and more of it to controlling his spiritual energy, guiding it through his meridians. Jiang Hao had cultivated spiritual energy for years and was already highly skilled at it. Normally, he needed to calm his mind to guide it, but this time, he wanted to see whether it could work under these circumstances.
Although he possessed Eidetic Memory, multitasking was another kind of ability entirely. After several attempts,