The sun rose in the east. Lin Tang sat cross-legged, slowly concluding his cultivation session. His face was radiant with vigor; he had already returned to his peak condition. If Yan Renjie were to appear again, even if unharmed, Lin Tang was confident he could kill him with his bare hands.
After breakfast, Lin Tang casually gave Huang Jifen some money to take Wu Xinyu to school. A child couldn't just idle at home all day; that simply wouldn't do. Huang Jifen was, of course, extremely grateful.
"Brother Lin!" Wei Zichu rushed in, her expression full of admiration.
It didn't matter to her whether Lin Tang had relied on the divine sword to defeat Yan Renjie. He had won, and that alone was a truly remarkable feat.
"What brings you here? Don't tell me we're having another banquet today?"
"...What? Can't I come looking for you if there isn't a banquet? Do you dislike me that much?" Wei Zichu pouted.
