Stepping outside the courtyard, Di Tou navigated his way to the front of the dojo before stepping outside and hearing a soft commotion from the back.
Pausing for a moment, Di Tou lightly slapped himself on the head before recalling that Wu Kong's cleaning event was still going on. Turning around and looking at the dojo, however, Di Tou couldn't help but have some doubt.
This… was cleaned?
Although the walls had less grime and random markings on them compared to earlier in the day, how come it still seemed a bit off? And what was that trail of red running down the wall, ah?
His eyes widening, Di Tou suddenly recalled that Wu Kong hadn't given the workers any tools, and so a lot of them were rubbing down the rough walls with their bare hands.
