At this thought.
Lu Fei became completely focused, picking up the axe in his hand and began attentively chopping at the firewood in front of him.
"Bang..."
"Bang..."
Time slowly passed.
As the globe of light in the sky sloped westward.
The sky began to darken.
Inside the little courtyard kitchen, wafts of the aroma of cooked rice were already swirling.
Disciples wearing blue robes, drawn by the fragrance, arrived at the kitchen in groups of twos and threes, starting dinner on time.
Actually, compared to the scale of Wuzhuang Temple.
At this moment, apart from Zhenyuan inside the temple, including Lu Fei, there were only 49 disciples in training, which could be considered a small number and even felt a bit spacious.
However, compared with other Immortals who didn't like to accept disciples, these disciples were considered numerous.
The fact that the other disciples were moving around the courtyard didn't distract Lu Fei, who was assiduously chopping wood in the corner.
