After sharing a gloomy drink with Wang Jing, Lin Zheyu even took him to a pleasure house until late at night, letting him vent all his frustration. When he returned to his courtyard on Nanming Street, the night was already deep.0

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He pushed open the door and entered the fifty-square-meter courtyard. Inside, he put on his newly forged heavy armor. The set was significantly heavier than before, weighing around eight hundred kilograms, but its weight was distributed more evenly. It had cost him 2800 taels of silver to commission.1

Fortunately, he had taken a good sum of silver from Lai Mao and Lai Chang earlier. After purchasing the armor and other necessities, he still had about 10000 taels of silver left. It was enough to last him for some time.0

Once the armor was secured, Lin Zheyu began his training. His fists struck out with a roar of wind, and the gathered force around his body surged with...0