"What are you all good for? You can't even keep an eye on a sick man!"
Xuan Er, who was having breakfast, knocked his plate onto the ground.
Can't people just enjoy a few peaceful days?
"Should we go look for him, Second Master?"
Xuan Er rubbed his brow, "No need, we can't lose any more brothers over that incompetent one."
Now, these few dozen men are the only hope for Xuan Eagle Mountain Village.
As for Xuan San, he did all he could do, the rest is up to fate.
"Yes." His subordinate bowed and immediately withdrew.
The reason he stayed was that he counted on the silver in Xuan Er's hands to never worry about food and clothes in his life; now he couldn't ask for more than to spend his days in peace.
Distracted by the incident, Xuan Er lost his appetite and went alone to the grave for dress and crown of his eldest brother.
He didn't know what to do now, hoping his big brother could give him some guidance.