The second day of the New Year.
Slightly tipsy, Ji Xuantong didn't go home last night, but stayed over at the villa. A Martial Artist doesn't get drunk—he just wanted an excuse to let off some steam.
After breakfast, Ji Xuantong left.
At the door, Lu Chenzhou said:
"Master, I'll go visit everyone at the Martial Arts Academy in a few days."
"Good. Take your two senior sisters with you."
Ji Xuantong briskly left, humming a little tune.
Li Xianghua was cleaning up the leftovers from last night.
"You should also find time to get your driver's license. Makes it easier for you to get around."
"Yeah, that's easy."
For someone who practices martial arts, getting a license takes less than half a day. Compared to throwing punches, learning to drive is child's play—most of these skills just test your reflexes.
No day like today, so after classes he booked a driving school, and passed in the morning. In this era, these routine assessments are very efficient.
