At seven o'clock the next morning, Zhao Long woke up on time. After resting all night using the method taught by the old man, he only felt his body refreshed, with endless energy.
A lot of impure things seeped out from his skin. Zhao Long stood up, stretched lazily, and couldn't help but let out a long howl, feeling a breath stuck in his chest.
Within a minute, Wang Zicheng and Zhao Lanhua both rushed over.
"Brother Long, are you okay?" Wang Zicheng knocked on the door from outside and asked.
"Stop knocking, just come in directly." Zhao Lanhua finished speaking, pushed the door open, and walked in.
At this moment, Zhao Long had just taken off his undershirt, preparing to take a shower. Seeing them come in, he quickly covered his body with a blanket.
Zhao Lanhua wasn't embarrassed, she laughed heartily and said, "Brother Long, what's up? You're calling out early in the morning with nothing else to do?"
