Xu Leigang advanced to Martial Master, and it felt as though a mountain had been lifted from his shoulders. The pressure vanished at once.
At the same time, his little princess had started school, so he volunteered to take his master to handle some business.
Such a situation was truly rare, and Feng Jun could not bring himself to dampen his enthusiasm.
They arrived at Fugu Mountain that afternoon.
Early the next morning, it rained at Fugu Mountain. It was the fine, misty rain of early spring.
Guan Shanyue led everyone into the temple and apologized slightly. Since they wished to keep things confidential, they had not prepared any welcome ceremony, and she hoped Fellow Daoist Feng and Fellow Daoist Xu would forgive them.
Her words were very considerate, and both Feng Jun and Xu Leigang said there was no need to care about such details.
After drinking tea for a while, Feng Jun took the initiative to ask, "Where exactly is the secret site you mentioned?"
Guan Shanyue stood up at his words. "Please follow me, Senior Feng."
Then Feng Jun and Xu Leigang were led into a side room in the rear courtyard.
The room was small, only eight or nine square meters. There was a table and two chairs inside, with two sofas beside the door.
After Feng Jun entered the room, he was somewhat puzzled. Could such a tiny room be the secret site?
He had observed the building when he entered. This room could not possibly have been more than thirty years old.
But the next moment, his attention shifted to a painting. An old painting hung on the wall above the table.
It was a landscape painting. Sparse heavy ink outlined the main forms, supplemented by light washes of ink. The contrast between substance