From the capital to the northern lands, even a grandmaster like Zhou Nanwang had to cross more than half the territory, a journey that cost both time and effort.
Zhou You still remembered the scenes from his arrival: traveling by boat and carriage, passing through provinces and prefectures.
But going back was different!
He could use the System Panel's projection to deliver his true body directly to the northern lands, to those places where he had once lived, to those inherent anchor points.
He had only seen Qi Qingdi off yesterday, yet as her master, he had gotten there first despite setting off later, arriving in Northern Xuan Prefecture.
The prefectural city, Da Qian Martial Arts School.
"Master Zuo! Master Zuo!"
Zuo Shi'er's temples had gone gray. Wherever he passed—through the martial arts school gates or its courtyards—everyone he encountered bowed respectfully to him.
The burly martial artists following behind him wore smug expressions, striding arrogantly with their eyes fixed straight ahead.
After inspecting the inside and outside of the martial arts school, the group returned to the plaza where the Merit Cauldron and Totem Banner were kept.
"Don't touch it. I'll do it myself!"
The attendants at his side wanted to help, but Zuo Shi'er barked at them to stop. Rolling up his sleeves, he stepped forward to sweep away the ashes on the ground, carefully wiped the dust from the surfaces with silk and cotton cloth, then finished by applying a layer of oil wax for maintenance.
Seeing him work so hard, one brawny man could not help complaining, "Grandpa, do you really have to do this?"
"Day after day, year after year, just let the servants handle these chores. You manage a thousand affairs every day—the whole martial arts school rests on your shoulders..."
Before he could