Feng Jun watched the dawn and truly did not want to keep watching, even though the rate of decline had slowed considerably.
He had no idea when this decline would end, and no one enjoyed such torment.
Early the next morning, Feng Wenhui and Zhang Junyi brought breakfast for the four of them.
As Boss Feng's father, Feng Wenhui was called "Old Master Feng" at the construction site. The only person who could make the old master and his wife walk more than a mile through the mountains to deliver food was Boss Feng himself.
Since they were bringing food for four people, there was quite a lot to carry, including bowls and chopsticks, so Zhang Junyi came along as well.
In fact, both of them had Storage Talismans; either one could have come alone. But older people generally disliked showing off. The old couple hid their Storage Talismans as though they were some great secret, and even Feng Jun's second uncle, Feng Wencheng, did not know about them.
The old couple had both reached the peak of the Early-Rank Martial Warrior realm. With Feng Jun's endless supply of pills over the past half year and their own diligent cultivation, this was as far as they had gotten. All one could say was that Years spared no one.
And despite being at the peak, advancing another rank would not be easy. Feng Jun felt he could be satisfied if his parents advanced within half a year—the older one got, the harder it became to break through a Bottleneck.
The old couple watched everyone finish breakfast with smiling eyes. Feng Wenhui then said, "If you're heading out, let us know in advance. Jia Hui has asked several times, and Minister Ji said he wants to see you too."
"Oh, right, Brother