However, Zhang Hai was old and frail, his cultivation was weak, and after such a heavy blow, he couldn't recover in less than half a month.
"Get up. Rest for now, and once your injuries heal, return to guard the rice field!"
Jiang Shi spoke.
"Much thanks to the steward, much thanks to the steward."
Zhang Hai trembled, struggling to speak.
···
Night was dim.
The lights were bright.
Yang Xinjia, with a fiery figure and an angry face, wearing a fire-red soft armor, walked towards a tavern ahead and slapped her hand on the table.
"Waiter, bring wine!"
The nearby shop assistant saw her, his expression changed slightly and, with reverent fear, quickly brought fine wine.
Not far away at a table.
A young man with a handsome face, wearing a green robe, was originally drinking alone. Upon seeing her, he immediately got up and walked towards Yang Xinjia, saying with a smile, "How strange, who angered our Miss Yang the Elder today to make you so furious?"
"It's you!"
