Luzhou Collection.
The small village where Fang La resided.
On this day, San Gouzi was tilling the fields at Fang La's family homestead.
Oddly enough, ever since that day, the tumor on his face had gradually healed, and now only faint marks remained.
But the more it healed, the less he dared to abandon the fields of Fang La's family, diligently working every day despite having exceeded the agreed time limit, even more attentively than he would on his own fields.
Farming was hard work, and as the sun climbed higher, beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks.
As San Gouzi pulled out another bunch of weeds, he looked up and suddenly froze.
He saw a procession of over fifty people, surrounding a carriage, forming a large convoy slowly entering the village from the entrance.
Each of the fifty individuals was robust and agile. Although they were clothed in robes, the bulky shapes under their garments hinted at concealed weapons.
