Time passed, and the days flew by.
Ever since You Ying's group passed by the Qingfeng Sword Sect and nearly caused a tragedy, Mingde had been drinking out less often. He would frequently sit on the roof of the Daoist Temple, gazing at the hazy sun beyond the mist.
Weiwei, on the other hand, took Xiaohu and Xiaopang and threw herself into expanding the senior training class, truly treating it as a business and starting to make money.
Since Lin Hui was the one who perfected the Seven-Section Quick Sword, twenty percent of the income went directly to him.
Lin Hui tried to refuse several times, but to no avail, so he eventually accepted it.
He, in turn, was busy taking his medicine daily, constantly pushing his Qingfeng Sword's evolution forward.
With a steady supply of Full Essence Powder from his father, combined with the materials he gathered himself, dose after dose of the powder rapidly shortened his Blood Seal's evolution time.
