"Uncle Master, I understand."
The next second, Zhuo Ting's eyes firmed up significantly, and after placing the beast bone and the handbook into her bosom, she said, "Uncle Master, please rest assured, Zhuo Ting is not any sort of weak and useless person."
"It would be for the best."
Ning Daoran said, "Dragon Martial Mountain has had its inheritance for many years, I hope it can regain its glory in your hands."
"Yes!"
...
Time flies.
A month later, buildings sprang up one after another in the mountain. With Ning Daoran's lavish spending, countless craftsmen were busy on Dragon Martial Mountain, and the building of the Mountain Gate was quickly completed, followed by various residences, martial arts training grounds, and so on.
In the afternoon, the autumn breeze was gentle.
