Chu Feng returned to the dormitory, placed the Pure Yang Grass in the room, and began to pack his military bag.
After giving it some thought, he suddenly realized that his strength hadn't increased for a long time. It seemed like he needed some support.
He grinned and said, "I can't be the only one bleeding here, time to find someone and snatch a handful of wool!"
...
The silhouette of Chu Feng with his backpack appeared in front of Lu Lin's dilapidated apartment door, and he knocked.
A surge of spiritual power swept over, followed by Lu Lin's surprised voice, "Chu Feng? Come in, the door's unlocked."
"Hello, Mentor," Chu Feng said as he pushed the door open and walked to the sofa. He set down his military bag and took a seat with ease.
Lu Lin smiled from across the room, "Are you heading home? Is your injury healed?"
Chu Feng nodded and replied with a smile, "The injury is healed, Mentor, there's something I need to discuss with you.
