Two months had passed since Zhang Qingyu picked up the cursed note, and Yang Feng had not appeared again, as if he had vanished into thin air. No one knew where he had gone or what he was doing. Perhaps he was now somewhere continuing his hellish sorcery training. Let him be. Having this hidden adversary made me train even harder. Now, I spend an hour each day meditating in the tile-roofed house where my master used to live. To aid my training, I even saved up some money to bring home a statue of the Three Pure Ones.
Zhang Qingyu also returned my bellyband on the fortieth night after that evening, of course, I had to forcibly reclaim it. I still remember his reluctant look. Ha, everyone wants treasures. Even Wang Duo does, although he might not say it, the fervor in his eyes can't be hidden.
