Yu Ziqing had been staying here for ten days. Uncle Fu was nowhere to be seen, but the people here had taken meticulous care of him, each one more courteous than the last. Yu Ziqing could hardly say much about it. Whenever he asked about Uncle Fu, they all said he had gone out to drum up business.
The civil war in the north had been raging fiercely lately, making business difficult. The supply of quite a few materials needed new channels, and Uncle Fu had gone to handle that.
These people were clearly all members of the Gu Family, and knew nothing else.
Yu Ziqing was not in a hurry either. White Sun Holy Mother had just suffered backlash twice. Even if she had not died, she would not be able to make anything of herself in the short term.
After receiving the letter from home in Jinlan Mountain, Yu Ziqing was no longer as anxious.
Everything at home was fine. The Village Chief had managed things in perfect order, and a ring of locust tree forest surrounded the outskirts, covering everything up so thoroughly that even those cultivators who flew high and fast only occasionally appeared over the Wasteland—and when they did, they all flew around that forbidden ground.
In the end, there were still more people willing to heed advice.
Since there were no problems at home, Yu Ziqing settled down to cultivate and study the large pile of things Old Yang had sent over.
The several economical and practical methods for restoring Su Li's severed arm had all been given to Su Li as well. He could see which one he was able to use. Since they emphasized cost-effectiveness, every method had shortcomings, and recovery would not be especially fast.
Yu Ziqing himself studied the materials