Chen Ping'an pushed the door open and entered.0

No one was inside the courtyard.0

The old lady who rambled and complained all the time was gone, so Chen Ping'an naturally couldn't hear her cursing the heavens and swearing at the earth anymore. She was a sharp-tongued but soft-hearted person.0

The simple and honest-looking woman who would actually steal books from other people was gone, so Chen Ping'an could no longer see her prideful gaze as she looked at her son.0

The old man who was terrible at Go, and the man who would always carry a bag around and try his luck were gone too. He would leave extremely early each morning, and he would always tiptoe around, most likely afraid to disturb his son who still needed to attend the private school to study.0

Chen Ping'an stood in the courtyard for a while before returning to his room. He slid Lasting Qi back inside its scabbard on the table, and saw that the stack of books sitting there had already disappeared without a trace. Chen Ping'an squatted down and placed his palm on the floor, closing his eyes and trying to find some clues or traces. 0

Fifteenth flew out of the Sword Nurturing Gourd with a whoosh, sticking extremely close to the floor as it rapidly flew around in circles. In the end, it stopped in midair with its sword tip pointing at the floor.0

Chen Ping'an immediately started to dig with his bare hands. With his current cultivation base, it could be said that his fingers were already strong enough to dig through iron as if it were dirt.0

He had advanced to the fifth tier when fighting with Zhong Qiu on the street. Afterward, he had tempered his Martial Dao while battling against Ding Ying. Tempering his Martial Dao using these two whetstones was far superior to doing so with the old Golden Core Tier sword cultivator in Osmanthus Island, both in a physical sense and a mental sense.0

This was especially the case during his battle with Ding Ying, when their battlefield had shifted from the city wall to Bull...0