Chang Geng put the newly made tranquilizer beside his pillow, feeling that Miss Chen's new medicine was not very good. Not only did it not tranquilize, but it also caused him to feel even more awake. Not being able to fall asleep, he climbed up in the middle of the night to ignite the light and started reading.

After burning one bowl of lamp oil, finishing two and a half out of three copies of 'Pharmaceutical Classics', it had already reached the light of dawn, yet he still wasn't able to find sleep.

There seemed to be a golden box inside his chest, spurting white steam as it continued to burn a bottomless mine of Ziliujin.

Regardless of how Chang Geng repeatedly told himself to stay calm tens of thousands of times in his heart, how he had intended to treat Gu Yun who would soon arrive with a normal state of mind, even as he forced himself not to imagine how this would turn out - still, eagerness and anxiousness combined together continued to wrap themselves around his bones, every minute and every second, slashing his heart with a vine covered in sharp spikes, hurting and aching. Even deceiving himself had proven to be useless.

Early the next morning, Chang Geng stopped the young soldier of the Black Iron Camp: "Little brother, usually if you want to travel to the South, crossing through Sichuan and heading for the frontier, what route would you take?"

The sergeant replied: "If it was for official business, we would naturally take the official road. Other occasions could be planned as we needed for convenience, I cannot say for certain, it is even possible to come in from the valley."

Chang Geng nodded silently.

After a short time, the little soldier was stunned to find that Chang Geng had actually changed the tattered robes he wore when traveling the pugilist world into a new set of clothes. Although it did not appear very luxurious, it was very exquisite, vaguely giving off the aura that if the wearer wasn't of nobility, they would undoubtedly be very wealthy.

Chang Geng had transformed from a poor student to a genuine young master, and so the innkeeper's attitude towards him could not help but become even more respectful than before.

Just like that, he donned his young master clothing and went for a horse ride on the official road every day. No one knew if he was waiting for someone or putting on an exhibition.

The young master's clothes could not help but get dirty; upon returning after a whole day, the clothing would be covered in a layer of dust. Chang Geng refused to trouble others; he would then get to thoroughly washing them by himself. There were no other options - as there were only two sets of 'young master clothing'. If he did not work hard, there would be no other clothing to change into.