Lu Fei finally completed his tasks for the day.
He picked up the split wood and stacked it neatly.
After doing all this, Lu Fei left the courtyard and headed towards his room.
During the day, Qing Feng and Ming Yue had already shown him many places in the Wuzhuang Temple, and arranged a place for him to stay.
The temple was quiet at this moment.
Aside from the twinkling light in the direction of the main hall, only some rooms in the loft where the brothers lived still had some lights on.
Everywhere else was pitch black.
Lu Fei did not wander around, and did not dare to either.
He headed straight to his room, guided by the memory in his mind.
It was the last room on the second floor of a large loft.
Opening the window, one could see a lush bamboo forest which was very tranquil; he really liked this feature.
"Click…"
The room door was closed.
Lu Fei finished washing up and went to bed.
