Sometimes, time really was like flowing water, gone and never to return. In the blink of an eye, three years had slipped away.
In Holy Soul Village's grand, stylish, upscale Rabbit Slaughterhouse, the occasional waft of blood mingled with the rows of gutted rabbits in the transport crates, together painting a scene of exquisite beauty.
Three years had passed. Thanks to years of exercise, tireless cultivation, full meals every day, and plenty of rabbit meat each week, Tang San now differed greatly from his counterpart in the original timeline.
The original Tang San had been sallow, skinny, and short. This Tang San might not have been strikingly handsome, but he was certainly above average. Add the four-pack he had developed from occasionally helping Tang Hao at the forge and his height of around 1.35 meters, and he struck the bull's-eye for nobles with certain peculiar tastes.
For instance, wealthy noblewomen who liked little boys would probably grin so widely at the sight of him that neither their upper nor their lower lips could close.
As for male nobles who liked pinning men down, piling man upon man, and sandwiching them from both sides, their blood would probably surge.
Dressed in a pale blue vest, Tang San walked behind the slaughterers with his hands clasped behind his back, moving along on his short little legs.
He nodded from time to time and occasionally shook his head, though whenever he did, he would carefully explain the techniques for slaughtering rabbits to the workers.
The slaughterers would then have sudden revelations, as though wisdom had been poured straight into their heads, and thank Tang San.
Smiling, Tang San made his way back to a small break room, his own private workspace.
Thanks to his outstanding technique and solid skills, Tang San had earned