Wang Jing carried a stone saber slung across his back and a long sword on his shoulder as he walked down the building. Finding that Cui Cheng was not around, the two brothers finally had a brief moment of leisure to cultivate freely without suffering physical torment.
They sat cross-legged in the open space, and Chen Ping'an produced a gourd of wine. "During your unconsciousness, I asked Cui Cheng about this. He said that for a Martial Artist, drink whenever you want; don't fuss over every little thing."
Wang Jing took the wine gourd and took a hefty gulp, instantly feeling refreshed. "Where did the old man go?"
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