Peach Tree

"Dad took the money and didn't do the job, and he still hasn't come to Western Capital City? Isn't he going to market The Smiling, Proud Wanderer anymore?"

Zhang Xuezhou had waited a week for Zhang Weimeng, but Zhang Weimeng still hadn't come to Western Capital City or replied to his messages.

"Maybe he's caught up in the world of great literature again?"

No one answered his calls. Zhang Weimeng was clearly unreachable, and he hadn't even uploaded Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils.

Zhang Xuezhou helped post the saved drafts, then looked at the trolls in the comments. He had no choice but to log back into the 'Dongfang Shuo' account, the leader of the haters, and post more than a dozen comments cursing the damned author before he had finished carrying on Zhang Weimeng's work.

"Dad and Mom are in pretty similar situations. I'm afraid their symptoms are similar too. I need to make arrangements soon, but I haven't heard from my father and mother in ages either... and it seems they haven't heard from me in just as long!"

When Zhang Xuezhou lay back down on the bed, he couldn't help thinking of Zhang Zhong and Lady Yourong.

They were his parents too, and they had lived together for more than ten years. Now two years had passed without a meeting, and they hadn't even heard from each other.

"Once I'm done with the Buddha Son in the secret land, I'll see if my body can get a little better and compare our situations. Then I'll ride east to find the Han Dynasty!"

Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying weren't the only ones with something wrong with their bodies. Zhang Xuezhou had plenty of problems himself, and he also had to go back and send a message so Lady Ke and