The Coming War

A day passed quickly as if someone had rushed the time...

Finally, a day had passed without anything happening at the Purple Dragon Auction House as Zheng-Fu had imagined. The enemy that was hiding had no sign of showing his head at all. So that night, Zheng-Fu just spent all night cultivating.

Aaaaah!!!

Zheng-Fu opened his eyes and looked at the sky, which seemed rather gloomy, before saying, "Is it morning already…? Yaaawn!!! Looks like the weather today isn't very good. What a bad omen." After saying this, Zheng-Fu got up from his bed to take a bath.

Thump, thump, thump!!!

Knock, knock, knock!!!

“Young Master Zheng-Fu!!! Young Master Zheng-Fu!!!”

Squeak!!!

After taking a bath and not getting dressed, the knocks on the door of his room rang out, along with the sound of Bao-Jin calling him out loud. Zheng-Fu went to open the door and asked, “What's up!? Why did you guys come to me this early in the morning?” He made a confused face.

Oops!!!