Your Clansman

"General Xie's kindness is appreciated! But you should know my master's rules—he does not allow those beneath him to casually accept gifts."

Luo Da'an politely declined. With a gentle push of his palm, he sent the sword back, neither servile nor overbearing.

Ever since his father's death, his mother had wept herself into a tear-stained wreck. Having gone through that ordeal, he too had matured considerably.

Though his mother had been born a peasant woman and could barely read a few words, she understood some principles. She had told him that the reason he and his brother had earned Meng Shanming and Lan Ruoting's regard and been taken on as disciples was because their father had fought for it with his life. Countless people could only dream of such an opportunity, so the two brothers had to make something of themselves.

How could Luo Da'an possibly break the rules so casually and accept someone's gift so lightly?

Seeing this, Xu Jingyue's deputy general immediately grew dissatisfied and snapped, "This is one of the Great General's personal swords. Others could beg for one and never get it. What are you putting on airs for?"

Xu Jingyue immediately rebuked him, "Shut up!"

Meng Shanming's steady voice came from inside the tent. "Who is making such a clamor outside?"

Xu Jingyue drove his elbow backward, sending the deputy general staggering several steps back, clutching his chest.

Xu Jingyue and Luo Da'an returned to the tent one after another. They saw Gong Lince personally examining Meng Shanming, who sat in a wheelchair.

Meng Shanming had slept for an entire day. His spirit was visibly much improved, the dark pallor of his face had faded, and some color had returned to his complexion.

Luo Da'an walked to the wheelchair, bent down, and muttered a few