Zuo Qianqiu left.
Before leaving, he repeatedly warned Chu Qing not to go to the Four Seas Martial Arts Hall.
If he absolutely had to go, he should bring him along.
"Wang Bu'er may not be my equal."
"But once he holds a divine weapon, killing me would be as easy as slaughtering chickens and butchering dogs!"
"If you bring me, I can at least block one fatal strike for you."
Chu Qing nodded.
However, once Zuo Qianqiu had left, he began making preparations.
He was going to the Four Seas Martial Arts Hall.
But he would not call Zuo Qianqiu.
"Just killing a few people—why call him?"
"My strength has increased greatly. If I still dare not challenge someone wielding a divine weapon, then after entering the Martial Academy, if those holding divine weapons tell me to be their dog, am I supposed to become one?"
He wanted to suppress Wang Bu'er.
Not only for the incomplete moves of the Eight Divine Hands.
But also to test just how powerful a complete divine weapon truly was.
Night fell:
His sole strand of Dragon Power had recovered.
At this time:
Zhao Hongxiu had finished preparing dinner as well.
Mingyue had also emerged from the Underground Imperial Capital.
The few of them sat around the dining table. Candlelight swayed, carrying a feeling of home.
The maidservants beside them held pipa, long flutes, zithers, and other instruments, eager to play music to liven the mood.
In the end:
Chu Qing smiled. "We're not some grand household. There's no need for this!"
The maidservants pouted in grievance. "Young Master, you have more bearing than the children of great households."
"The entire Peach Blossom Dock is yours."
"And in the future, you will soar into the heavens in a single flight."
"You should get