The next morning, at dawn.
Just as the sky turned a faint light, a young man in the backyard was continuously busy carrying a bucket of water; he had not woken up early, but instead slept late.
Recently, his mental and physical states had been exceptionally well—after all, he had found the key to the door of cultivation. Though somewhat rushed, he had made thorough preparations. These past few days, both the Yan Family and the County Magistrate had taken a particularly keen interest in him.
This was the best opportunity.
Because the pressure that kept mounting from behind left him no time to rest.
Having poured the last bucket of water into the bathtub, the young man's expression showed no sign of relaxation. He proceeded directly to the kitchen, where instantly, an overpowering, pungent smell hit him in the face!
"Are the steps not wrong? Is this smell a bit too strong?"