Night had completely fallen.
In Chengping Square, the lanterns in front of Sun's Martial Arts Hall were lit one after another.
As Yang Jing finished his practice, his knuckles were still red, and steam billowed from his body.
He gave himself a quick wipe-down, then picked up his old cloth bag and hurried toward Datong Square.
Having bought a new courtyard, Yang Jing decided to move in that very night.
Fortunately, he didn't own much. On his first trip, he carried his bedding and clothes; on the second, he shouldered his clay pot and the hemp sack containing his valuables. His steps were as light as the wind.
The journey from Datong Square to his new courtyard in Tongyi Square took only thirty minutes. Yang Jing made two trips back and forth, completing the move in less than two hours.
After turning in the key for his old room and getting everything tidied up, he felt even lighter of heart.