Jiang Xingye did not wash himself in the courtyard. The last time he had, Xu Qinghuan had seen him, and he felt it was an affront to her.
Today, his body was dirtier than if he hadn't washed in ten years. Black grime flaked off him with every step he took. It would be better to just jump into the river; it would be more convenient to clean up that way.
Passing the threshing floor, Jiang Xingye casually flicked a stone roller, sending it upright. Brimming with boundless energy, he could feel the potency of the pill. It was a rare treasure, and yet, Huanhuan had given it to him to consume. This realization made him even happier than the pill itself.
Chapter 146