Half a month later.
Chen Mo asked Jing Hongchen for five days off.
He said he had something to take care of and needed to go out for a few days.
Jing Hongchen naturally did not refuse, assuming Chen Mo was returning to the Body Sect.
After all, the Body Sect would soon be moving to the Sun Moon Empire, and there were probably matters within the sect that required Chen Mo's return.
So he approved the leave with a broad stroke of his pen.
He also handed Chen Mo the Crimson Plain Battle Armor, the class-nine defensive soul tool Elder Kong had previously asked him to pass along.
Looking at the Crimson Plain Battle Armor in his hands.
Chen Mo stood rooted to the spot, dazed for quite a while.
Holy shit!
What was going on?
Why had Elder Kong given me a class-nine defensive soul tool?
Although he was puzzled.
His hands were anything but slow, and he put the soul tool on right there.
After bidding Jing Hongchen farewell.
He hurried out of the Academy.
However, he did not leave the Sun Moon Empire.
Instead, holding a letter, he followed the address written on it to a small restaurant in a secluded part of the city's western district.
Seeing that the restaurant's name matched the one in the letter.
Chen Mo said, "This should be the place. Honestly, Ye Guyi—what couldn't she say in a letter? Why insist on meeting me here to talk in person?"
Then he walked into the restaurant.
It was noon, the peak dining hour.
Yet business inside was utterly dead.
Apart from himself and the owner lounging behind the counter, there was not another soul.
He had no idea how this restaurant stayed in business.
After he chose a seat by the