For some time afterward, Fanzu had no time to spare for guidance, and Zhou You's studies came to a temporary halt.
After all, Chengtian was organizing an exchange event, and the preliminary preparations required manpower. As one of the Eight Runners, Fanzu carried a heavy burden.
After bidding Fanzu farewell, Zhou You spent his spare time studying seal script and, incidentally, pondering methods of storing and nurturing sword weapons.
His true body was tied down by his post in the Imperial Guard and had no time to get away. Only on rest days could he squeeze out time to return home and see his son.
Zhou Xiaosan was growing quickly. He ate well and slept soundly, all fair and plump, his arms and thighs full of lotus-root segments.
His old man was somewhat reluctant to hold him. After all, the little fellow spent all day either nursing or sleeping, and interrupting either one made him unhappy.
His second son, Zhou Pan, was also madly devoted to his little brother. He hovered around Zhou Ding's swaddling clothes all day, to the point of holding his rice bowl as he ate while watching his brother sleep and blow bubbles.
Looking at his two sons, Zhou You's heart brimmed with contentment. Suddenly, he recalled the delighted expression on Lian Feihong's face after obtaining a title that could be inherited for three generations.
Perhaps he ought to work harder too, and leave one or two noble titles behind for his sons.
Avatar Ku Tang was burying himself in pill refinement on Heavenly Pearl Mountain. Having recently advanced to a fifth-rank Great Medicine Master, he sent over a batch of byproducts from his practice sessions.
There were great medicines ranging from first rank to fifth rank.
Zhou You could not use them all by himself,