Morning hours.
After finishing a round of physical training exercises, Zhou Fuqiu briefly washed up and then headed towards the Zhou Family conference hall.
It was the most central place, second only to the ancestral Coral Hall where the ancestors went for Closed-Door Cultivation, so it took a long time to walk there.
Zhou Fuqiu was not in a hurry and walked at a steady pace, following the memories of the past.
Along the way, he encountered many Zhou Family Members, and from time to time, people cast curious glances at him.
It was clear that yesterday's events in the training ground and at night had already spread.
Zhou Fuqiu kept a calm expression, pretending not to see any of the looks, and greeted familiar elders with respect.
After about half an hour, that solemn and magnificent conference hall was already in front of him.
Zhou Fuqiu approached but was stopped before he could enter.
