Shen Yinuo rolled her eyes at Lu Yan and said, "I'm not sure how exactly I will repay you. But definitely, I'll return your favor for saving my life. As for the agreement of cooking martial food for a year, we should still continue that. There are still about eight months left, and I remember it very well."
Since Shen Yinuo had said so, Lu Yan naturally agreed with a nod.
Then, he straightened his broken ribs, utilized his muscles to keep the ribs in place, and circulated his Qi-blood to nourish and heal his injuries.
He was confident that after a few days, his injuries would fully recover.
"What are your plans afterward?"
Shen Yinuo asked.
"To leave."
"Where to?"
"Baicao City."
Initially, he planned to go to Qingyang City. With Zhou Zhengkong as a contact, he can gradually widen his network, and perhaps even aim for the top-notch Martial Arts of the Zhou Clan.
But now he was forced to change his plans.
