Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.
During these fifteen days, Yi Chen had been diligently cultivating behind closed doors. In the meantime, he gave his junior brother Qing Yunzi another two thousand taels in banknotes, instructing him to work hard, while he himself completely played the role of a hands-off manager.
There was no other way, as high buildings rise from the ground, one can only rely on oneself for brilliance.
His Hidden Dragon Temple had no such ace up its sleeve as an ancient ancestor buried on the back mountain, feigning death, only to rise from the coffin when foreign enemies invade.
Although his junior brother Qing Yunzi had considerable talent, he had awakened his spiritual nature not long ago, and it was still Yi Chen who had to shoulder the heavy load of the Hidden Dragon Temple.
