Tang Wangsun, his daughter, and Daoist Master Ma stayed busy until the latter half of the night.
There was no helping it. Their patriarch had left behind too many things, and sorting them into categories was troublesome. More importantly, they now had another treasure capable of storage, so allocating resources properly became especially important.
Tang Wangsun worked until four in the morning. When he checked the time, he let out a long sigh. "Forget it. I'll just head straight to the airport."
Tang Wenji did not understand. "Dad, just call and postpone it. What we're busy with now is the foundation of Azure Mountain."
Tang Wangsun sighed and shuffled toward the door. "Sigh, you really don't understand. What I need to deal with is also the foundation of Azure Mountain..."
The next day, everyone slept in without prior arrangement. After all, it was Saturday.
Once they woke up, those who were supposed to cultivate in the Bamboo Forest went there. Even Gu Jiahui went.
Only a handful of people remained in the villa. Good Scenery stayed behind to help Tang Wenji organize Azure Mountain's various resources.
Feng Jun and Red Sister got up rather late.
By the time he got up, Gu Jiahui and Yang Yuxin had already been waiting for him for a long time. Zhuang Zesheng had also been brought over by his father and was waiting in the building at the front courtyard.
Gu Jiahui had already been told that during this visit to Luohua Manor, she would not be allowed into the Bamboo Forest most of the time and could only move around its perimeter. So, the way she looked at Zhuang Zesheng was somewhat unfriendly—I can't go in, but you can.
Of course, she also knew that he was ill, and it was obvious at