The next morning, Tang Zhong had already risen early, sitting cross-legged to begin his cultivation.
Practicing the Mysterious Technique daily was truly refreshing for the mind and spirit.
Checking the time, it was almost seven o'clock. Tang Zhong then stopped his practice, stood up, and stretched, hearing his bones crackling satisfyingly.
"Comfortable!"
After getting dressed, Tang Zhong realized he had given his jacket to that female police officer yesterday, and now he was without a coat.
"Forget it, I'm going to work, not to pick up girls. What's the use of dressing up nicely?"
With that thought, he put on an old T-shirt and headed downstairs.
Aunt Xin had already prepared breakfast. Seeing Tang Zhong come down, she hurriedly called out, "Xiao Tang, come and eat!"
