By the roadside, young girls turned to look at him repeatedly. Chen Yiming immediately put on an indifferent expression and puffed out his chest, as if he hadn't seen anything.
He thought to himself, "As expected, appearance is everything. Previously, I felt that something was missing. It turns out that I cared too little about my hairstyle."
It was lonely at the top.
Ever since he became a martial master, he had become more and more fond of hiding his identity and blending into society. He did not want to become like the ancient emperors who were constantly busy with government affairs.
For example, if he wanted to secretly control Jiangnan province or even the Daxia Kingdom, to become like the corporations in the western world, when faced with an existence that could easily suppress other martial masters, the government and military could only submit and cooperate with him.