The next day.
Sunlight like melting gold leaf spread over the rooftops.
At the moment the oil pan crackled in the alley, sparrows under the eaves took away the last traces of lingering night.
Fang Qingyu sat at a small street-side table, enjoying his meal.
The breakthrough ended late last night.
So after discussing with Lin Kang, he went home early to rest.
Starting today.
He no longer needed to attend the special training class, and Lin Kang even said he didn't have to substitute teach the elite class anymore.
But Fang Qingyu politely declined.
The martial arts coach profession had just been activated, and the elite class was currently the best place to grind experience.
Lin Kang was a bit startled but agreed readily without saying much.
Looking at the morning bustle of the human world.
Fang Qingyu quickly finished his breakfast and drove to the Divine Management Bureau.
It's now 7:30 in the morning.
There's still plenty of time.
