March sunlight shone on Wang Chen's face, carrying a long-lost warmth.
After hiding like a rat that could not bear the light for nearly ten days, he could finally appear openly in his own Spirit Field.
So much time had already passed. Wang Chen was evidently safe now.
Come to think of it, Wang Chen believed he had handled the destruction of the corpse and evidence quite thoroughly. What he feared was an unreasonable Heavenly Secret Art.
The person he had killed was the direct grandson of a Purple Mansion High Person!
Yet the matter had simply fizzled out.
Since he had been hiding at home without contacting the outside world, Wang Chen's information had been very limited lately. He did not know what commotion Yunyang City had stirred up.
But in his view, having suffered such a huge loss, a dignified Purple Mansion family could not possibly let the matter rest.
It was only that using the Heavenly Secret Art came at too great a cost, and no one was willing to make a move.
That was why he had escaped calamity.
For some reason, Wang Chen suddenly remembered that one point of Heavenly Merit that had vanished for no reason.
He somehow detected a trace of contempt in it.
How strange!
"Brother Wang!"
The call from a neighboring villager pulled Wang Chen from his thoughts.
He turned around and waved at a middle-aged man in the neighboring Spirit Field. "Uncle Han."
This middle-aged farmer was Wang Chen's new neighbor, named Han Dashi.
He had taken over Old Sun's house and all his Spirit Fields.
As the saying went, a distant relative was no match for a close neighbor.
Though they did not interact much normally, they got along reasonably well.
Whenever they met, they would exchange greetings.
"Tired?"