"Achoo!"
On the carriage heading to Wu Manor, Zhang Yuan sneezed heavily.
He rubbed his nose, secretly grumbling in his heart.
The tense Mother Zhang sitting across from him immediately asked, "Yuan'er, did you catch a cold?"
"Mom, I'm not sick."
Zhang Yuan couldn't help but laugh as he patted his own chest, making a thumping sound, "I'm stronger than an ox now!"
He wasn't boasting, in fact, he was being modest.
Zhang Yuan already had extraordinary physical talent and had now become a Martial Artist, reaching the Tier Two Dark Force level.
His physique had greatly increased in strength, able to burst out with strength of over a thousand pounds.
This wasn't visible on the outside.
But in reality, Zhang Yuan's muscles were as tough as metal, his skin was tougher than old ox leather, and his resistance to heat and cold far exceeded ordinary people, so how could he catch a cold?
