When I opened my eyes, my head was still pounding fiercely. The aftereffect of that bottle of Moutai last night was no joke. Wait, this carved wooden bed, these green gauze curtains, this antique-looking room... I sat up abruptly, almost bumping into the low ceiling beam.
"The young master is awake?" A young girl with double hair buns pushed the door open, carrying a bronze basin.
I looked down at myself—dressed in white, with a jade pendant hanging at my waist. I felt my face; my beard was shaved completely clean. In the mirror was a face both unfamiliar and familiar, with sword-like brows and star-like eyes, the spitting image of a handsome ancient swordsman.
Chapter 152