That night, Han Fei sneaked out and made multiple copies of the map. At that moment, Han Fei felt that the whole world belonged to him.
The next morning, Han Fei ran into the library. "Mr. President, rise and shine!"
"Do you think I'm dead?"
Old Bai walked out of the library and said gloomily, "Why are you screaming here instead of making breakfast?"
Han Fei grimaced and asked, "Mr. President, do you have the fourth level of the True Spirit Fishing Art?"
Old Bai said angrily, "Are you really going to practice to the end of the True Spirit Fishing Art?"
Han Fei said, "I don't have much time. What else should I practice if not the art I'm most familiar with?"
Old Bai stared at Han Fei and returned to the library. Soon, he came out with two books and threw them to Han Fei.
