After the Spring Festival, everyone's life returned to normal.
The ice and snow melted, and the weather gradually warmed up.
On the eaves, a row of transparent icicles kept dripping.
The originally frozen ground began to melt away with the snow, becoming muddy and unbearable.
One day, Xu Mu brought his pills, left his home, and intended to sell them at the marketplace and pick up his custom-made magic sword along the way.
Unexpectedly, upon stepping out of his house, he ran into Jia An and Ma Rui, who were traveling together, as well as some neighbors from the alley.
"Friend Xu, are you also heading to enlist in the patrol team?" Ma Rui asked with a lewd smile.
"No!"
Xu Mu shook his head and said, "I'm going to sell the alchemies I've prepared!"
He had heard about the recruitment of the patrol team members from Su Qing a while ago.
But...
He looked at a few people and wondered, "I've heard that the recruitment demands are high. Are you all confident?"
