Chen Zhao'an made a note of each detail, listening until the end.
"Young people from fourteen to twenty years of age? What does Lord Liang intend to do with them?"
"I have my uses for them."
Liang Qu didn't say much, and Chen Zhao'an didn't ask further. After repeating everything to confirm there were no mistakes, he left with the aid of his cane.
Night.
The brilliance of stars and moon.
The crowd at the wharf gradually dispersed.
Liang Qu embraced the fish roe as he emerged from the water, using Green Wolf to slice open the membrane and dividing it into three portions.
He gave one portion to the family steward, Zhang Xu, to pass on to King Yue—a taste of the sea's new wonders.
Another portion was preserved in the ice cellar, kept for his master's sect, which had not yet returned home.
The last portion...
In the small courtyard.
Wen Shiyun rode on Wulong, patrolling the domain.
