The next day, Jinling City.
Unlike last night's stormy weather in Lin'an City, the weather in Jinling City now is clear and bright, with the red sun rising, giving a peaceful and vibrant feeling.
At this very moment, in the main hall of the Zhou Family's Martial Arts Hall.
Zhou Fengming had just finished his morning exercise. He was holding a bowl of tea, his eyes slightly closed, savoring the aroma wafting from the tea bowl, giving him an air of leisure.
After savoring the fragrant tea, Zhou Fengming nodded with satisfaction at the aroma. At this moment, he used the lid of the tea bowl to push aside the tea leaves floating on the surface, ready to take a sip.
However, at this moment, a hurried sound of footsteps came over directly.
Hearing these footsteps, Zhou Fengming paused his actions, looked up, and saw a man in a black Tang suit hurrying over, with a trace of urgency on his face.
"Xianrong, what's the matter so early in the morning, why so urgent?"
