Where's my lake? Such a big lake! (Happy New Year)

"What are you doing with a whole pile of square boxes?" Unlike last time, the person responsible for escorting He Zhao to the airport had changed from Zhang Yue to his younger brother, Zhang Song. He looked at the ten oversized suitcases on the three Pikas and asked with a puzzled expression.

The suitcases had all been inspected before they were loaded, but after the technicians under the Wang Family Branch carefully ran them through all kinds of instruments, they discovered that the square boxes inside had nothing special about them.

And so, with a wave of the hand, they were allowed through.

After the homeroom teacher learned of the inspection results, he felt that his student would not have randomly prepared a huge pile of boxes for advanced study at Highland's Bufa Temple without a reason, so a trace of curiosity stirred in his heart.

Of course, whether he said anything or not was up to him. He had no intention of getting to the bottom of it, and he dared not, either.

After all, this student he had known for less than half a month was the fifth genius in a hundred and fifty years to successfully make flesh possess consciousness. Once he successfully returned after several years of advanced study at Bufa Temple, he might very well become his, Little Zhang's, superior—within the family branch, the third-in-command beneath only the Head of the Family and the second-in-command.

As everyone knew, the first five realms, or rather ranks, of the Great Hand Seal cultivation system were, respectively: Shami, Bhikshu, Dharma Master, Guru, and Dharmapala.

If the other party returned smoothly from cultivating on the Highland, at the very least, he would have to be a Dharma Master. Otherwise, would Bufa Temple have any face left? If things went