Even though Zhao Changhe said that he would leave immediately, it was clear that he could not rush. His soul was drained at the moment, and he lacked the strength to even control Snow-Treading Crow to fly. He had to rest for a while, and he still needed to prepare a prescription to help sustain Wan Tianxiong’s fragile life.0

Wan Dongliu arranged a simple meal for everyone in the main hall. It was no lavish feast, but it was enough. As they ate, he shared updates on the current situation and talked about some recent events.0

There was, in fact, a somewhat awkward detail Wan Dongliu left out. The woman known as Ruyan from the Xiaoxiang Pavilion had become his concubine. He had briefly considered having her attend to Zhao Changhe, perhaps rekindling old memories—a customary gesture of hospitality in these times. But with Lady Three and Xia Chichi seated close on either side of Zhao Changhe, that thought was quickly abandoned.0

Wan Dongliu mused, What kind of situation is...0