The New Year had finally arrived. Everywhere was decorated with lanterns and streamers. Li Ping, the master of the Li family, had already returned to the capital to serve as a high official and had no plans to come home for the New Year.
Though the Li family's old residence lacked some of the festive New Year atmosphere, it was still bustling beyond measure. Li Feng did not care about that at all. With fewer people around to keep an eye on him, he happily ran to Mud Dust Temple every day. The small amount of tuition Zuo Wuji demanded could easily be covered by deducting a little from his pocket money.
Zuo Wuji had never personally taught anyone martial arts before, but he was born to be a master. As the man who had truly pioneered the martial path, and one already hailed as the Martial Saint in certain martial circles and among the common folk, his understanding of martial arts was nearly unmatched. Coupled with Li Feng's exceptional aptitude, even though he was slowly laying his foundations, his progress was astonishingly swift.
Because of the child Li Feng, Zuo Wuji's journey through Southern Wilderness Continent had also come to a halt.
In the distant Jingji Prefecture of Great Zhen on the Eastern Land Cloud Continent, the Yin Manor's New Year had likewise been lively and fulfilling. Yet the Yin Family Master and the others rested only from New Year's Eve through the fifth day of the first lunar month before quickly throwing themselves into preparations for the Fengshan matters.
Now, all of Great Zhen knew that the emperor would soon hold the Fengshan ceremony at Tingqiu Mountain. Not only did the common people gossip about it in after-dinner conversation, even ghosts and gods both within and beyond