He didn't go into detail about the Flying Horse Thieves, not wanting to worry his cousin.
The cut of Exotic Beast Meat was stewed until it was extremely tender, melting in his mouth. It had a unique, gamey sweetness and was the perfect thing to replenish his vitality.
Yang Jing's appetite was whetted, and he quickly devoured every last bit of the meat and broth. A pleasant warmth spread through his body as if he had a small furnace inside him. Much of his previous fatigue dissipated, and a surge of energy flowed through his limbs.
After the meal, Yang An cleared the bowls and chopsticks from the table while Yang Jing went into the bedroom connected to the main room.
The bedroom wasn't large. It contained only a wooden bed and a desk, with a black cloth curtain partitioning it from the outer area.
He closed the door and took out the one hundred thousand taels in silver notes and the eight martial arts manuals from his robes.
