"Fuck you! Let me reiterate, this is just a misunderstanding! Is this never going to end? Is it?!"
"Zheng Jituo, don't say it! Really, don't! It seems we really can't get past this!"
"Zhang Beixing, I'll fucking get you, you son of a—"
Amidst the swearing match between Zhang Beixing and Zheng Jituo, time quietly advanced to noon.
Zhang Beixing declined Zheng Jituo's invitation to go down the mountain for a meal. After putting away the ingredients bought from the market, he walked over to the windproof stove to light a fire.
After simply preparing a super-sized portion of cured meat fried rice for himself, Zhang Beixing finished it all.
He put out the fire, then washed the pot and dishes.
As per his routine, he first warmed up by practicing the Hidden Force version of the Northern Sect's Eight Pieces of Brocade.
Then he picked up his spear and began practicing the Yue Family Spear technique.
