The next day, as the golden rooster announced the dawn and the sun had yet to fully rise, Tang Old Master was already up, standing outside the main gate.

This had been Tang Old Master's routine for seven days now.

The weather was deep into autumn, nearing early winter. Even though Tang Old Master was at the ninth grade of the Profound Rank, he was still wrapped in a cotton robe.

Time slipped away bit by bit, and dew clung to Tang Old Master's hair and eyebrows. He didn't bother to wipe it away, his expression growing increasingly anxious.