-for each of the dead, the few people most entitled to grieve for them had already become silent departed souls alongside them.
So the sorrow permeating the city would soon be diluted, and with the autumn harvest approaching, life in the little city would soon return to its proper course. Likewise, since there were few broken families, there would naturally be fewer "burdens," which was good for the finances too.
But all that lay in the future. For now, the County Office was still caught in a frenzy of chaotic activity. Everyone was overwhelmed, the courtyard filled with a jumble of voices and footsteps. Even in the cool autumn air, a layer of sticky sweat clung to every neck.
Yet even when a thousand matters were tangled together, one among them had to matter most: human lives.
Every room in the County Office was full, and an entire row of homes behind it had been requisitioned, but many of those with less serious injuries still had to be laid out in the courtyard for the time being.
Xing Zhi was the busiest of all.
She was not a specialist physician, but her medical attainments were already the highest here. Besides treating the wounded, she was also the consultant on every supernatural problem left behind by the Immortal Lord-whether or not it was something a warlock could answer, so long as people thought it looked like something a warlock could answer.
Yet amid this bustle that scarcely let her feet touch the ground, Xing Zhi looked neither grave nor irritable. Her eyes were red, her brows lightly raised, and now and then half a smile slipped from the corners of her mouth.
Because the moment she entered the County Office courtyard, she saw a pale, naked body bearing that familiar face,