The next day, Wang Anfeng woke up early.
He had prepared some food in the pot, where the water bubbled like fish eyes, rising and bursting, sending steam upward, making the rather dry room much more humid. Together with the morning sunlight and the cat lying on the roof, it created a comfortably lazy atmosphere.
Wang Anfeng sat at the table, which held some yellowed books. He was currently holding one and concentrating on it. These were the items he had retrieved from the secret chamber before he left the Tan Residence yesterday. The first time he left, he was somewhat bewildered and had not brought them with him.
As he had thought, these scrolls did not contain any rare martial arts manuals.
However, in terms of value, they were more important than those famous martial arts secrets known throughout Jianghu.
