Early morning.
Tang San had already risen, practicing his Purple Demon Eyes each day had become a must-do for him. Besides, this morning, he had several important matters to attend to urgently.
When he stepped out of the dormitory he shared with Oscar, the sky was still dark. After a night's rest, Tang San's Inner Strength had recovered. Following Oscar's directions, he quickly made his way to the clearing where Zhao Wuji had tested them yesterday and began collecting his hidden weapons.
These hidden weapons were not easy to construct, and he was not willing to discard them carelessly, especially the bolt from the tight-back floran crossbow and the poison needles from the Sand Shooting Shadow, which had taken considerable effort and time to make.
Fortunately, the hidden weapons he used yesterday were mostly intact. With the keen senses of his Purple Demon Eyes, he soon found each one and returned them to their proper places.
