Leaving Bai Ming in the care of Liang Laoshu, Bai Qi once again arrived at Tongwen Hall.
He still didn't see the shadow of Ninghai Zen. This instructor was someone who couldn't stay idle, either going into the mountains for ten days to half a month or sailing downriver on a small boat. It was said about him that the dragon shows its head but not its tail, and that was indeed true.
"It's been a few days since we last met, Young Master Qi. You look full of energy and your steps are brisk. It seems that following He Tai and the others into the mountains for the autumn hunt was quite fruitful."
Lao Dao, wearing his mink fur hat, sat in the front yard cracking sunflower seeds, carefully scooping up the large pile of shells in his hand for fear they might fall to the ground.
