"I'm going for a walk."
After dinner, Zhou Buping, with his hands clasped behind his back, leisurely walked down the mountain.
Ever since his injuries had significantly healed, he would often stroll around, just like those retired old men in his past life.
It must be said, his master's mindset was quite positive.
With damage to his Qi Sea, even if the recovery was slow, his cultivation would suffer a severe decline, not to mention the damage inflicted on the level of Martial Intent.
For average martial artists, this could easily lead to despair.
After all, cultivation is life.
Without cultivation, what meaning is there left in life?
Outside the bell tower.
Chen Yong was practicing the Sword Stabbing Fist.
Having just enjoyed a hearty meal, his Qi and blood were abundant, making it the ideal time for cultivation.
He worked at the Gengluo Room, which involved working night shifts; apart from sleeping and resting during the day, he still had plenty of time.
