Achoo!
On the carriage to Wu Manor, Zhang Yuan sneezed heavily.
He rubbed his nose and muttered to himself.
Zhang's Mother, seated opposite him, immediately grew worried. "Yuan'er, you haven't caught a chill, have you?"
"Mother, I'm not sick."
Zhang Yuan patted his chest with a wry smile, making a solid thumping sound. "Your son is sturdier than an ox now!"
He was not boasting. In fact, he was being modest.
Zhang Yuan had originally possessed exceptional physical talent. After becoming a martial artist, he had also stepped into the Second Order Dark Force realm.
His physique had been vastly strengthened, allowing him to unleash over a thousand catties of force.
Though it did not show on the surface.
In truth, Zhang Yuan's muscles were now hard as gold and iron, his skin tougher than an old ox's hide. His resistance to heat and cold far surpassed that of ordinary people—how could he possibly catch a chill?
But his exaggerated movements made Xiang Xiu, beside Zhang's Mother, cover her mouth and snicker.
Zhang's Mother relaxed. "As long as you're fine."
At home, she prayed before her late husband's memorial tablet every day.
She prayed that Zhang's Father, watching over them from heaven, would keep their son safe and sound.
Zhang Yuan said, "Mother, I've made you go through all this trouble, moving back and forth."
They had moved from the County Town to Wu Manor, then from Wu Manor back to the County Town, and were now returning to Wu Manor once again.
Though they had little luggage and a carriage to travel in, running around like this inevitably brought trouble.
"You silly child!"
Zhang's Mother chided, "What nonsense are you saying? How have I suffered? You're the one working yourself to the bone outside!"
She understood perfectly well.
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