"Young Master, Qingshui Village may be small, but there is no guarantee Lin Fan has no accomplices here. Why don't we wait here for Mr. Chu to arrive? With him holding the fort, we can rest much easier."
Uncle Ying stepped forward and spoke with some concern.
Ever since the incident with Lin Fan, he had begun to doubt his own strength.
Even in this tiny Qingshui Village, he feared some accident might occur and that he would fail to protect Jiang Lan.
"No matter. Unless Lin Fan's companions are fools, they will not expose themselves so easily." Jiang Lan waved a hand, speaking casually.
After all, no one knew better than him whether Lin Fan had accomplices.
Uncle Ying nodded.
He felt that ever since his young master had been assassinated by Lin Fan, he had curbed his indulgence in pleasure-seeking considerably.
During his spare time these past few days, he had also been reading through various cultivation manuals, seemingly attempting to sense qi and temper his body.
Yet because of his physical condition, no matter how many times he tried, it always ended in failure.
Although his young master had tried many methods of cultivation in the past, compared to now, there had always been a sense of smashing the pot because it was already broken, of giving himself over to despair. He had never truly cared about it.
But his young master now had perhaps truly understood the importance of personal strength. He had begun to treat cultivation seriously, placing more of his thoughts on the "proper path."
Unfortunately... heaven still refused to bend to human wishes.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Before long, several Divine Rainbows streaked down from the Sky Vault.
Physicians from the nearby villages, regardless of age, had all been brought here.
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