Chapter 352: Five Pigs Are Not Enough Again

Every day, Zhao Guang traveled forward during the daylight hours and returned to Earth at night.

Since he needed to keep moving, Zhao Guang simply continued to use camping as an excuse.

This practice of not staying in his own villa below the mountain, but instead setting up camp in the mountain to live in a tent was somewhat bizarre, puzzling anyone who thought about it.

Fortunately, Zhao Guang's long-standing identity as a performance artist could cover it up to some extent.

Even though his behavior was extremely strange, his acquaintances still wouldn't find it odd.

Every night, Zhao Guang would come back to check in—there was no helping it. There were still matters here that needed his attention. Although he had delegated most responsibilities, some still required his direct report.

If those didn't need to be reported anymore, it would essentially mean that he had been sidelined.