"Brother Ye, I came to see you. This is a three-year-old goose head from the south—something truly hard to come by up here in the north." Wang Buwu walked to the door with a smile.
"Buwu." The door creaked open, and Ye Han stood before it, smiling at Wang Buwu.
Dark circles hung beneath Ye Han's eyes. He seemed not to have slept well.
Wang Buwu handed over the food box. "I bought it especially for you."
"I haven't had an old southern goose head in a long time. You've gone to a lot of trouble, Buwu." Ye Han seemed like a different person, humble and courteous. He accepted the food box, opened it for a glance, lightly sniffed, and praised, "Thank you, Buwu. Among us brothers in distress, you're the most loyal and righteous."
"We're brothers. This is only what I should do." The great stone in Wang Buwu's heart finally dropped. It seemed Ye Han had finally calmed down.
Setting down the food box, Ye Han asked as if casually, "I heard you were arrested and taken to the Ministry of Justice?"
"Yes." Wang Buwu nodded and sighed.
Concern appeared on Ye Han's face. "How was it? They didn't make things too difficult for you, did they?"
"They only used a little torture, and they were fairly restrained about it. But they never expected that disaster would turn into a blessing for me. I obtained an Upper Rank cultivation method, my strength advanced greatly, and I was promoted to Seventh Rank," Wang Buwu said.
Ye Han froze for a moment, his expression darkening. With a sigh, he said, "You were already progressing faster than I was. I never expected you to get another step ahead of me. I'll probably need a few more days before I can reach