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Night.
The downpour had not ceased.
Filthy water flowed along the gutter into the muddy ground.
The servant helped Liang Qu into a straw coat and put on a conical bamboo hat for him before opening the horse pen.
Liang Qu hung the Fubo beside Crimson Mountain, received a barely heavier response, and then mounted the horse.
The forging of the Fubo concluded that afternoon, but since Yang Dongxiong and Lu Zao had not seen each other for a long time, Lu Zao had eagerly invited him to catch up, so Yang Dongxiong had to stay for dinner.
As the master chose to stay, Liang Qu and Xu Zishuai, as juniors, couldn't just take the item and run off; they had to accompany him for the meal, enjoying themselves until it grew dark.
"I've incurred another debt, fortunately, it's not urgent; I can repay it slowly over time."
