When Gao Zhijian left the bustling Imperial Court and walked into the quiet Inner Palace, the sight of the verdant Imperial Garden in the distance finally lifted his spirits.
He stepped into the Imperial Garden and sat down on a stone bench, enjoying this brief moment of tranquility.
Suddenly, he approached an artificial hill, cupped his hands around a large rock, and hefted it up with effort.
With a low shout, he tossed the rock high into the air and caught it steadily, then continued to practice the military Cultivation Technique with the large stone in hand, a sight that made the watching eunuchs shudder from their hiding places.
Only after a thin layer of sweat had formed on his body did Gao Zhijian set the rock down and took a deep breath.
Honestly, even though the palace had everything, he still missed the days back in Niuxin Village.
Back then, he could quietly gaze at the girl he liked and use his strength to protect his life-and-death sworn brothers.
