Without Mi Feng's constant harassment, Zhang Hao had spent the past six months in great comfort.
Every day, he practiced the piano, painted, wrote with a writing brush, exercised, and cooked. His soul and body had grown in tandem, becoming more harmonious, and he had also gotten faster at absorbing the skills and knowledge within his soul.
Zhang Hao's mind had grown increasingly vigorous. One hour of deep sleep a day was all he needed, and he filled the rest of his time with activities. His days were incredibly fulfilling, and he thoroughly enjoyed them.
Ever since he'd occasionally gone online and seen videos of himself, Zhang Hao had become even more reluctant to go out. He planned to get a new body one day; otherwise, he really wouldn't be able to take a walk outside. No matter what, even someone who stayed home every day would sometimes feel like going out for a stroll.
But whenever he asked Mi Feng, the guy would brush him off with the same excuse: "It's not time yet!" That sort of thing might fool a child, but Zhang Hao was at a loss. Mi Feng controlled the Main Bridgehead, and if he refused, there was nothing Zhang Hao could do about it.
After half a year of recuperation, Zhang Hao's soul had finally become as calm as still water. Nourished by his soul and regulated by the Nano-machine, his cloned body had become healthier and stronger, even though its essential nature hadn't changed.
He had gained an astonishing degree of control over his body. For instance, he could clearly feel the blood flowing through his veins and the faintest tremors in his muscles. His nerves had become extremely sensitive, and his soul felt wonderfully comfortable in this body. It was worlds apart from