Another month has passed.
It was still daytime.
Shen Zheng'an entered the secret space with three others. They were all stained with blood, and none of them looked well. One of them was already unconscious, appearing to be on the brink of death.
Shen Zheng'an also had a share of the Spiritual Spring Water, which he hadn't used before. This was his first time using it, to save his subordinates.
Things indeed turned out to be more dangerous than imagined.
He fed half a cup of Spiritual Spring Water to the severely injured subordinate and, seeing the breathing stabilize, he sat aside and took out the ledger from his arms to go through it.
"Is this the one, sir?" the person beside him asked.
Shen Zheng'an nodded, "It's this one."
He watched the unconscious person awaken and scolded, "That arrow couldn't harm me. With my skills, I could have avoided it. Don't be so impulsive next time."
Cultivating a trustworthy and capable subordinate is not easy; losing one is a loss.
