Throwing the bag into the storage ring, Di Tou walked home, stopping by to check in on Old Gao before stepping in.
Walking into the courtyard, Di Tou couldn't help but feel a little stunned. Err, was this a memorial? Over the past two weeks, Old Gao had endured here every single day. To be honest, Di Tou didn't even know what he was here for anymore. He should have been able to copy all of the slips by now, right? Although the slips varied in length, Di Tou had personally already looked through all of them, and none of them seemed exorbitantly long. After all, with few exceptions, most techniques only had a concrete path up the Nascent Soul stage.
