The next day.
Zhang Xiaohao finished cultivating, jumped out of bed, took a warm shower, and changed into a clean black suit.
After a night of cultivation, the aftermath left by using the Xingtian Battle Axe had almost completely healed.
He opened the door and headed downstairs.
"Sister Zhou, what's wrong?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.
Sister Zhou's face was furrowed with worry.
"Ah! It's you, my good son-in-law!" Sister Zhou exclaimed distractedly.
"Sister Zhou, what happened?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.
"My good son-in-law, we're out of gas for the stove," Sister Zhou said grimly.
"Isn't it just out of gas? No worries, I'll call someone to bring a new canister over in a bit," Zhang Xiaohao said.
"It's not that simple," Sister Zhou hurriedly said.
"Hehe, really, Sister Zhou, it's okay. I'll just have someone deliver a canister soon," Zhang Xiaohao laughed.
"My good son-in-law, come with me, it's too complicated to explain in a few words," Sister Zhou said.
