The unexpected encounter with Lin Guo did not cause any ripples in Zheng Qing's timeline.
Just like his third transaction with the Trident Sword, it passed swiftly, becoming a byte in his densely packed schedule.
It was like a small pebble falling into Lin Zhong Lake, the ripples easily swallowed by the vast body of water.
Such is life.
Every day, every moment, every instant is made up of countless tiny, insignificant details. While immersed in these details, people always feel the weather is fine and everything is ordinary. Only when one steps away from the details, stands at a higher perspective to see the broader picture, can one glimpse the grand waves of the era crashing onto the shore.
Zheng Qing, for the time being, does not yet have the ability to step away from the details.
So this Monday, he followed the routine of every Monday: attending class, attending class, eating, attending class, attending class, eating, attending class, completing small tasks, and sleeping.
