This familiarity lasted for most of the night.
By the time morning arrived the next day, Wang Zijia had only just managed to get a preliminary understanding of his massive transformation.
Wang Zijia wasn't in a hurry though. After all, he still had about half a month to prepare before the task would begin.
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By the time he left the basement, it was time to get up.
After boxing and having breakfast with the girls, he arrived at the White Peach Tower.
"Good morning, Martial Uncle!"
"Good morning, Faction Leader!"
"Good morning, Master!"
Accompanied by three men and one woman, An Xingsheng had been waiting early on.
The staff serving Wang Zijia had expanded from a one-person team to a five-person serving squad. This guy was, as always, behaving and instructing the same way as before.
Wang Zijia nodded slightly to the disciples and let them go and do their own things.
He then took some documents from An Xingsheng's hand, reading them while entering the room.
