Seven days passed in the blink of an eye. At a small stall outside Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy, a kindly white-haired old man in luxurious white-and-gold robes leisurely enjoyed his breakfast.
It was a simple breakfast: a few steamed buns and a glass of juice. The old man was naturally Qian Chongling, who had not used his old-grandpa mode in quite some time.
He had indeed arranged everything at Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy, but plans were plans. Things were bound to change once they were put into practice, so he needed to come keep an eye on the situation.
For instance, if Tang Hao went on a killing spree against that group of elderly men and women because his son had not slept well, things would get a little awkward.
As soon as he arrived in Nuoding City, he had used his Mental Power to check whether Tang Hao was there. Sure enough, Qian Chongling found him drinking barley wine in a small tavern.
As Qian Chongling pondered this, a boy and a girl walked past him. The boy wore a light blue martial outfit and looked six or seven years old, with the Belt of Twenty-Four Gems around his waist.
The girl beside him had silky black hair arranged in a neat scorpion braid. Even braided, it still hung below her calves. She wore a pink dress.
The two children seemed particularly fond of cultivating immortality, however. Both had heavy dark circles under their eyes, as though they had not slept for several days.
These two were naturally Xiao Wu and Tang San. Seeing the dark circles under their eyes, Qian Chongling nearly burst out laughing.
He had forgotten when he had come up with such a deranged idea as depriving people of a good night's sleep.