Inside the Divine General Residence, in the Mountains and Rivers Courtyard.
In a sumptuous, lavish room, a boy slowly awoke on a soft bed.
Li Hao had dreamed that his body was weightless, soaring through heaven and earth.
He flew over grasslands, rivers, and lakes, gliding beside birds as he roamed the mountains and plains.
Countless streams converged, seeming to gradually form an ancient character.
That character was his name.
Then Li Hao woke. The moment he opened his eyes, a concerned, elderly face appeared before him.
"Hao'er!"
Overjoyed, Li Muxiu hurriedly said, "You're finally awake. Are you feeling better?"
Over the past two days, Qingzhi, the maid attending Li Hao, had wiped his body clean. All the blood and grime had been removed, and he had been changed into clean clothes. Under the occasional examinations of Li Muxiu and the Divine Doctor, his torn flesh and skin, along with his broken ribs, had gradually healed.
Healing on its own from such severe injuries was indeed an ability of the "Imperishable Realm," one of the three immortalities. Yet Li Hao possessed this special constitution without having attained the three immortalities. It was truly miraculous.
"This is..."
Li Hao's bewildered gaze gradually focused. Soon, his expression changed as he recognized his own room.
So I'm still in the Divine General Residence?
He swiftly bent forward to get out of bed. The instant he moved, a stabbing pain shot through the ribs in his chest that had yet to heal completely. His wounds split slightly as well, seeping blood.
In an instant, a patch of his clean, snow-white clothes turned red.
"Hao'er, rest first," Li Muxiu said urgently.
But Li Hao had already sat up. He caught his breath, looking at the anxious Second Master, then swept his gaze around the room.