Seeing Master Sylra's firm attitude, Alex had no choice but to ask helplessly. "Since that's the case, what should I do starting tomorrow?"
"Do whatever you want." Master Sylra waved dismissively. Annoyed.
"Since you say you aren't here for closed door cultivation, then this old man doesn't need to restrict you every day."
"This Broken Sword Peak is huge, just stroll around by yourself. There is a lot of nice scenery."
"Anyway, someone brings food when the time comes. As long as you don't leave the peak, you can stay wherever you want."
With that, Master Sylra yawned, turned around, and left.
Alex sat cross-legged on the bed, silently pondering.
"Not having to wipe swords means that starting tomorrow, I will be a completely free man."
"These Hundred Thousand Great Mountains are so vast. Where should I go?"
Master Sylra's warning of as long as you don't leave the peak sounded no different than a fart in the wind to him.
