Because I was injured.
I rested in the dormitory the next day.
Grandmaster went down the mountain that day to take care of something.
The old man's level of attainment was beyond ordinary people's understanding. He had both the means to kill and a compassionate heart.
He went down the mountain to bring that little girl back to Qingyang Temple.
The little girl's father and older brother were both dead. Her relatives were all poor, and however willing they were, they simply lacked the means to care for her properly.
She had also suffered some trauma. Ever since her father and older brother died, she had refused to speak.
Grandmaster spent the whole day busy at the foot of the mountain and only brought the little girl back after dark.
And so Qingyang Temple had another orphan.
In the days that followed.
I kept training, without any need for Master to supervise me anymore.
Apart from eating, sleeping, and reading for an hour before bed, I spent practically all my time training.
During that time, whenever something needed doing down the mountain, Grandmaster sent Zhang Rong and the others.
Just like that, nearly another month passed. The temperature in the Northeast kept dropping, and winter was almost upon us.
That day, several of my martial uncles went down the mountain to buy winter supplies. I trained in the morning, and in the afternoon, Grandmaster summoned me to the Steward's Office.
He seemed to have something for me to do.
"Do you know what businesses the Tang Family runs?"
Grandmaster asked me after I arrived at the Steward's Office.
I shook my head to show that I did not.
After I killed Wu Huaqing back then, I had not even known there was a Tang Family. Xiang Yifeng had taken me