Su Ying shook her head. "How is your father?"
"Thanks to the Orange Guardian, Father's wound has been treated and he just regained consciousness."
Su Ying nodded. "Where's the Orange Guardian?"
"The Orange Guardian has been helping to treat the tribesmen. He only stopped to rest at dawn."
Su Ying didn't expect the Orange Guardian's medical skills to be so competent. She followed Zhang Shulun to the house of the tribal chief, Zhang Ping.
Zhang Ping had already regained consciousness and was currently leaning weakly against his bed. He had heard everything Su Ying said to Zhang Shulun in the courtyard, and he knew that Su Ying was the benefactor who had saved him and his tribesmen.
"Sacred Mother…"
"You can call me City Lord Su." She was somewhat resistant to the title of Sacred Mother.
"Thank you for saving my life, City Lord Su."
