Having assigned the useless item to his disciple, Fu Xian felt a bit better.
Until now, he only taught his disciple a few superficial things.
Sure, he told him some insights that would help his cultivation, but generally, there hadn't been any large benefit binding these two together. At least not from Fu Xian's side.
Next time Ye Long's father or Senior Ruan visited, he could show off.
The connection and feelings between master and disciple were one thing, but the real benefit was another.
He stood up and walked out of the courtyard.
Like every day, he walked to the side and observed the construction site.
At this point, several weeks had passed.
The courtyard looked a lot better than before:
From the ground up, there was a foundation, no more the earthen ground all over. Outside, the walls had been constructed. The basic structure of the courtyard was already completed.
