Three days later, inside Xuzhou City, on the bustling streets packed with carriages and horses.
Fu Junjuan walked ahead, dispirited and in a daze, followed by an equally disheartened Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling.
Although three days had passed and Security Hall had undergone multiple clean-up procedures including washing, burning, and disinfecting, the three still felt a thick, lingering stench of blood in the air that seemed impossible to dispel.
The scenes from three days before were seared into their memories, vivid whenever they closed their eyes.
"I've made up my mind!"
Suddenly, Kou Zhong stopped in his tracks, clenched his fists, and declared, "I'm going back to ask to become a disciple!"
"Become a disciple?"
Xu Ziling was surprised, looking at him incredulously, "Become a disciple of whom?"
"Of none other than Doctor Xu, no, Master Qingyang!"
