After a while, Wei Tu saw the black horse finish its feed. He then tapped his pipe against the soft satin shoe on his foot a few times and patted the dust off his buttocks before preparing to wash up and go to sleep.,As if sensing Weitu's thoughts, the golden seal blazed with light and transformed into two lines of text floating in Weitu's mind.,“Tomorrow, I will go to Second Aunt’s first. Second Aunt is the concubine of Old Master Huang, and Huang Manor employs martial artists as guards. There might be some health-preserving techniques in her house…”。