The sun had just risen.
Zeng Anmin emerged from his room with a yawn.
"Creak."
His expression froze.
Outside the door, a figure sat cross-legged in the courtyard, posture impeccably straight.
Faint purple wisps of aura surfaced around him.
The aura, dreamlike in color, flowed into his nose and was slowly exhaled again.
It was broad daylight.
The rising sunlight shone upon the Daoist's face, lending him a tranquil serenity.
A handsome young man.
Not quite as handsome as me, but still a decent-looking fellow.
Zeng Anmin stroked his chin.
After a long while.
Wuxin Daoist slowly opened his eyes.
"The clear sky has just brightened, yet there are still some injustices in this world."
"This humble Daoist has heard blacksmiths swinging hammers amid pouring sweat, and peasant women hiding flowers within their embroidery needles."
Zeng Anmin's mouth twitched.
"Daoist Wuxin, get up and eat."
His voice carried a trace of helplessness.
Yesterday, within the space of the Heavenly Dao Diagram, he had chatted with members of the Heavenly Dao Alliance under the identity of the Black Cat Martial Artist.
He had also learned that they wanted to recruit him into the Heavenly Dao Alliance.
At the same time, he learned that this Wuxin greatly admired him.
"This humble Daoist has long abstained from grain and has no need to eat."
Wuxin slowly rose to his feet and looked at Zeng Anmin.
A faint fanaticism shone in his eyes.
"Fine."
Zeng Anmin gave a bored yawn and headed toward the main hall.
"Morning, Father."
The moment Zeng Anmin entered the main hall, he saw his father.
"Mm."
Zeng Shilin had just finished washing up and was reading a book.
Concubine Lin rose with a warm smile and pulled out a chair for Zeng Anmin.
"Sit down and eat quickly."