The next morning, as usual, he got up, practiced martial arts with some ladies, and ate breakfast.
Once again, he didn't go to the White Peach Tower. Things within the vein were already on track, and there were not many issues that needed his decision.
Therefore, it was no big deal if he didn't go for ten days or half a month now. If there were matters that really needed him to decide, An Xingsheng would inform him.
He took out his magic tool, which transformed into a blood-colored streamer, and once again arrived at the foot of Qifeng Mountain, at the Etiquette Institute, and in Xu Yuyu's small courtyard.
"Please notify Martial Uncle that his disciple has come to visit again!" Wang Zijia said to the female gatekeeper disciple.
Familiarity bred comfort, and without a word, the female disciple turned and went in to report his message.
