Until I committed murder, then went to the Mao Country to counter-kill the oligarchs.
Then came back.
These days, Chen Yan hasn't slept even for a minute.
It's not that he doesn't want to sleep, it's that he can't sleep.
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"Chopping trees? What kind of training is this? Did that Huang person leave a cultivation technique for his grandson that involves chopping trees? Body Refining Technique?"
Lin Qingquan stood on his balcony, looking at the distant woods, then looked toward Chen Yan's villa across from him. Slowly, the old man withdrew his gaze.
"Strange, I feel this young man has been acting a bit weird recently. Either he's out for many days or stays locked in at home, and then he's chanting spells in the middle of the night or running to the mountains to chop trees?"
The next morning, after much consideration, Lin Qingquan stepped out of his house, strolling casually to the gate of Chen Yan's yard and pressed the doorbell.
After a short moment, Gui Geng opened the door.
