The next morning, Zou Feng woke up early.
After washing up, he changed into a clean set of clothes.
Normally, even though his Cultivation progress had slowed to a crawl, he would habitually practice the Five Poison Stance for a while.
Today, however, he didn't follow his usual routine.
After all, he had more important things to do today...
'If all goes well, I won't have to sleep in the woodshed anymore after tonight.'
He recalled how he'd nearly been beaten to death with thirty strokes of the paddle. Now, he could already wreak havoc with his Poison Skill.
'The journey has been hard... for a few certain individuals!'
'A Household Slave?'
'I'm done with that!'
He went out, first heading to the kitchen for breakfast. Luo Yong, as usual, refused to let Zou Feng help in the kitchen that morning.
Just like always, he urged him to hurry to the front courtyard to practice martial arts.
