Yang Qing had Bu Er and the others stir-fry chili peppers right in the courtyard, letting the pungent smell drift over the walls on the wind until it irritated the people lurking in the shadows so badly that they could no longer stay hidden.
What Yang Qing wanted to know now was why these people would resort to such low tactics against them.
If the Rootless Wood had not pulled this stunt, they would never have imagined that anyone could still do something so childish.
But this also made one thing clear to Yang Qing: the expert who had killed Ouyang Lin and gravely injured Jiang Zhizhou without even showing his face was not here at present.
Those who had come were most likely nothing but small fry unfit to appear on the public stage.
Once they understood this, Yang Qing and the others actually felt relieved.
They left the pot of peppers giving off its choking fumes alone, set up another stove, and cooked another meal, paying no further attention to the people outside the walls who still sneezed from time to time.
Yang Qing and the others had one rule at mealtimes: they never drank alcohol.
In the past, Yang Qing would occasionally drink and chat with Jiang Zhizhou and the others, but ever since the catastrophe that had destroyed the Yang Family, he had abandoned that habit completely.
Yang Qing did not want to give alcohol any chance to numb his will, not even a little.
Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou had given up the habit along with him.
They had never been particularly attached to drinking, so quitting was no great hardship.
Mu Feng, Ouyang Lin, and the others who joined them later had done the same.
At the thought of Ouyang Lin, Yang Qing's gaze