Of course, Jiang Che wasn't about to let Gu Song just walk away.
He had already dispatched a sliver of his consciousness, commanding the crow lurking outside the Zhao's Earth Castle to silently trail the old man from a distance.
He had to nip any potential danger in the bud!
...
「Meanwhile, in the artisans' dormitory area.」
A dim, damp room was filled with the thick, mingled aroma of medicinal herbs and chicken soup.
Jiang Dawu was carefully feeding his wife a freshly brewed medicinal broth with a wooden spoon.
"Why did you buy a chicken? They're so expensive..." Mrs. Zhou couldn't help but nag her husband about his reckless spending as she looked at the golden-brown hen stewing in the pot.
Jiang Dawu gave a simple, honest smile. "I figured this was your favorite. It's fine. Eat up, and you'll get better faster. If the money's gone, we'll just earn more!"
After she finished the medicine, Jiang Dawu ladled a bowl of chicken soup for Mrs. Zhou and placed a drumstick in it.
