Zhang Xiaohua's right hand hadn't fully recovered; it looked similar to when he first returned to the mountain manor, but Zhang Xiaohua knew very well, contrary to what Mr. Yu had mentioned, that his bones and meridians hadn't been destroyed by inner strength and couldn't return to normal. He could feel his hand recovering at a perceptible rate. Moreover, he would often consciously or unconsciously attempt to use his right hand. He believed that one day he would surprise everyone.
He Tianshu sat in the deepest part of the carriage, recuperating with his eyes closed, with a book in his hand, presumably pondering some issue. After a while, a smile emerged on his face as he opened his eyes. He glanced at the scene outside the window, frowning slightly. Even though they were quite a distance away from Stone Cow, the songs reached quite far, and he could hear clearly.
