Changping City passed by uneventfully for a month.
Zhang Yao's arrival did not disturb many people; only a few curious neighbors thought that perhaps the Zhao Family had a distant relative of a higher generation visit.
Decades passed: the once glorious martial arts arena, noble families, and commerce associations had long dispersed, with some leaving and others dying.
The only remaining Chen Family had lost its former splendor, reduced to being a second-rate noble family in the city, likely unaware of Zhang Yao's reputation.
"Uncle, are you really leaving?"
Zhao Ling's eyes were slightly red, showing a bit of reluctance.
"Yes, it's time for me to go."
Zhang Yao smiled, patted his shoulder, and said:
"Over the past month, you have learned nearly everything from the improved Golden Furnace Technique and Great Vajra Fist that I taught you."
