"Do you have business here?"
"Of course."
Fang Zheng nodded, pulled over a nearby chair, sat down, and asked:
"Did the Daoist get the item I wanted?"
"At this point, you're still concerned about external possessions?" Zhang Mingrui was speechless, turned around, and took out a book from under the bedding:
"For this item, I had my senior brother specially send it via carrier bird. It took quite a bit of effort."
"Much appreciated."
Fang Zheng took the book.
"The Three Essentials of Pure Yang Martial Arts"
The calligraphy was bold and vigorous, carrying an air of exultation, evidently from the hand of a master.
"Over two years ago, I still remember when I first met Young Master Fang. Back then, you sought my senior uncle to learn martial arts," Zhang Mingrui spoke slowly, his expression complex:
"In just two years, you've achieved the Three Blood, and you're even aspiring to the realm of True Qi."
"Indeed, it's..."
"Unbelievable!"
