Chen Qing returned from the Linfu Restaurant under the cover of night, his steps steady but his mind a surging tide.
Wu Manqing's offer of recruitment still echoed in his ears.
Before, when he had just started his martial arts journey, he had no resources and needed sponsorship.
But now, only a step away from the threshold of Transmutation Force, he had his own confidence.
The sponsorship of others was certainly tempting, but it was like an invisible shackle.
Besides, he was about to break through to Transmutation Force soon. Why would he tie himself to the Wu Family's wagon?
With his mind made up, his steps grew a little lighter.
Before long, the familiar small courtyard with its green-tiled roof appeared before him.
Pushing open the courtyard gate, he saw Ms. Han holding a needle and thread. She stared at Chen Qing's old tunic for a long time without making a stitch, her brow furrowed and her expression heavy with worry.
