Spring thunder rumbled, heavy rain poured down.
Pei Jian seemed to have a premonition that something would happen. All night long, he was restless, standing at the central door of the government hall, gazing at the torrential rain falling from the sky.
"Master, it's late, you should rest." The old servant couldn't bear it and came over to persuade him.
These days, all the affairs concerning Dongshan Prefecture's "epidemic prevention" were pressed onto Pei Jian's shoulders. Even though Pei Jian had martial arts cultivation of the Blood Fusion Realm, enduring with such intensity also wore him down. Not to mention, he had suffered some minor injuries in battle before.
Although it was not a big deal, he had not had the opportunity to recover afterward.
The intensity of the work these days had a significant impact on him. At least he often coughed occasionally into his hand, something he never did before.
"How long has Qingfeng been gone?"
"Mr. Zhuo has been gone a whole day…"
