Embracing the comfort after the breakthrough, Zhang Rongfang fell asleep.
Early the next morning.
He didn't join the other disciples for morning class but went to the dormitory, the place for managing and arranging various affairs for the disciples.
A Literary Cultivator in charge arranged for him to go down the mountain to prepare in the county.
The deacon's surname was Xu, named Zhongchun, a chubby old Daoist wearing black-framed glasses.
The glasses had no legs, tied together with a string and the Dao bun hair.
Zhang Rongfang wasn't surprised; many aspects of the Great Spirit resembled the ancient China he knew in his previous life.
Having glasses was also quite normal.
"Nephew Zhang, over at Qinghe Temple in Huaxin County, we have three resident ranked martial cultivators, led by Nephew Li Heng.
You will follow Li Heng's arrangements in everything. If you have personal errands, you can request them from Li Heng.
Also, the specific departure time is within today.
