At West Mountain Villa, on the living room sofa.
Lost in thought, Chen Hai, who had been staring into space for half an hour, lifted his wrist to check the time on his watch.
Before he knew it, more than an hour had passed, with only about ten minutes remaining until midnight.
The large color TV that was playing "The Legendary Qianlong" had already finished broadcasting all of its programs.
Chen Hai casually picked up the remote and turned off the TV with a flick of his hand.
"I have formally started my cultivation in the Little Five Thunder Skill."
"I need to find a moment to talk to Uncle Ban, to see when he has time to come over."
"The Little Five Thunder Skill, when used in healing, indeed has a miraculous effect on expelling wind and dampness."
"However, Uncle Ban's leg injury has been dragged on for so many years, I hope the Little Five Thunder Skill will have some effect on him!"
Thinking of this, Chen Hai muttered to himself.
