Xue Three was feeling really awkward, because he knew Mo Wan must be in a foul mood.
It was like a child who had enthusiastically gone downstairs with his father's money to buy candy, only to return happily and find the door bolted.
"Mo Wan, would you believe me if I said I landed on the wrong roof?"
...
The next morning, Chief Zheng, clear-headed and refreshed, was practicing his sword skills in the yard.
An hour later, he finished his practice. Siniang brought him breakfast, along with a damp, hot towel.
"My lord, don't be so anxious. You only advanced recently; you need to take it slow and rest a bit."
"This isn't like when I used to draw comics, deliberately slowing down the plot and padding it out by not leveling up, just to make the story longer."
