The night was mysterious.
No moon.
In Qinyang County, every household had their doors and windows tightly shut, with no citizens loitering around. Only squads of patrol guards, holding torches, were patrolling every corner of the city, eliminating any suspicious traces.
The rear residence of the county government office had now become Chen Mo's residence. The place was big enough to accommodate Wu Xin'Er and Old He as well.
The physician examined Old He. There was no damage to his Dantian or meridians, only a bit of chaotic True Qi within, causing him to cough up blood. Resting for a day should be sufficient for recovery.
In the courtyard, Wu Xin'Er sat on a small stool, personally brewing medicine for Old He. Her appearance remained elegant and exceptional, but her robe had been replaced with a light green dress. She muttered to herself:
"I really didn't expect that not only is he so powerful, but also commands troops like a god..."
