Tang Wangsun and his daughter, as well as Daoist Ma, were busy until the late night.
It couldn't be helped, the relics left by the founding master were numerous, and classifying them was troublesome - the key issue was that they had acquired another treasure capable of storage. Therefore, allocating resources appropriately was of great importance.
Tang Wangsun worked until four in the morning, glanced at the time, and sighed deeply, "Forget it, let's just head to the airport."
Tang Wenji expressed her confusion, "Dad, why don't you just call and cancel, what we're busy with now is the foundation of Maoshan."
Tang Wangsun sighed and shuffled towards the door, "Ah, you really don't understand, what I'm busy with is also the foundation of Maoshan..."
The next morning, everyone slept in without prior arrangement, after all, it was Saturday.
After waking up, those who should go to the bamboo forest for cultivation all went, including Gu Jiahui.
