Chapter 11 Martial Arts Hall_1

August 16th.

Early morning.

As Pei Ye opened his eyes in bed, what came into his sight were the gray and ancient timbers of the ceiling, horizontally and vertically intersected.

Such a familiar scene brings a feeling of comfort, as if everything maintains as usual, and their town was just haunted by heavy rain yesterday.

But give it some thought, these past dozens of days truly had been stuffed with too many complicated affairs.

Pei Ye got out of bed. No matters how desperate the situation was, it would eventually pass. After everything returns to tranquility, the surviving ones still have to continue on their own paths.

The Golden Autumn Martial Arts Competition of Bo Wangzhou will start on the seventh day of September, merely twenty days from today. He needed to kick-start the preparation for it.