It was morning.
After practicing a set of body-strengthening punches, Zhou Fuyou washed up simply and headed for the Zhou Family's council hall.
That was the most central place in the family, second only to the Coral Palace where the Old Ancestor cultivated in seclusion, so it took quite some time to reach.
Zhou Fuyou was in no hurry. Following the memories of his past self, he walked at an unhurried pace.
He encountered quite a few Zhou Family members along the way, and from time to time, someone would study him with curious eyes.
Clearly, what had happened at the training ground yesterday, as well as last night's incident, had already spread.
Zhou Fuyou remained calm. He pretended not to notice any of the gazes directed at him, and whenever he met an Elder he knew, he greeted them respectfully without any breach of etiquette.
About half an hour later, the solemn and towering council hall stood before his eyes.
Zhou Fuyou approached, but before he could enter, someone stopped him.
He looked up at the somewhat aged man and hesitated before saying, "First Uncle, Second Grandfather asked me to come."
The person stopping him was Zhou Junxiao's eldest son. He belonged to the same generation as Zhou Fuyou's father, and because he was relatively old, Zhou Fuyou called him First Uncle.
Yet if someone put First Uncle and Second Grandfather together, they would probably find it easy to mistake their relationship.
Cultivators were like that. Those at lower realms were often white-haired and aged, while some Strong Experts with successful cultivation possessed methods of preserving their looks and appeared quite young.
Zhou Fuyou had heard that this was related to the age at which a cultivator established their foundation. The earlier one entered the Foundation Establishment Realm, the