He had already entrusted Elder Chen with it earlier.
By now, he should have nearly finished writing it.
If he could finish today, Gao Cunfeng would replace it.
If there was not enough time, he would wait for the next opportunity.
Soon, the cultivation book appeared on Gao Cunfeng's desk.
His own cultivation was not low, yet even he found the methods in it grueling.
How could an ordinary person cultivate this way?
Only poor people would grind away like this without regard for their lives, wouldn't they?
"Poor people still have their limitations."
He shook his head and thought no more about it.
He simply set the book aside.
He wondered whether to throw it away or put it away.
He worried Little Fatty might look for it, which would be troublesome.
There was no need to make trouble for himself.
He would hide it for now, then. If Little Fatty really insisted on having this one, he could give it to him then.
He had not seen any particularly bad consequences yet, so it was not intolerable.
Of course, replacing it outright would be best.
Before long, Elder Chen arrived.
"How did it go?" Gao Cunfeng asked.
"I have fulfilled my task, but this sort of thing requires gradual progress. This is only the first part. There will be more," Elder Chen said.
As he spoke, he handed over his book.
Gao Cunfeng read it for a long time, then nodded emphatically. "Your experience truly shows, Elder Chen."
With that, he handed the book to the person beside him and told them to put it where Little Fatty's book had been kept.
Elder Chen nodded in satisfaction, then said, "I hear the Cloudfront Office's second contest has begun. Who knows how many people will rise to fame this