Just after he had finished exchanging items, Chen Xuan wanted to chat with the disciple who handed him the tablet for a moment, to learn some information about the Frostwind Daoist School.
However, a cold wind blew from behind, and after shivering, he found himself standing in his own room.
It seemed like they wanted to see him off...
Understanding what his cheap Master meant, Chen Xuan had no choice but to pack reluctantly.
He didn't have much to bring with him, other than his clothes, a few books, and some Qinggang Jade that Wukong hadn't finished eating.
Well... he initially thought that life in the training camp wouldn't be too exhausting, so he planned on reading during his free time, but it seemed like he had overestimated himself...
There were still many items left like toothpaste and shower gel in the bathroom, so he had to pack them.