Half a month later, in the afternoon.
Having just emerged from the underground secret chamber, Chen Mu sat under a wooden canopy sipping tea.
In his hand was a copy of the "Exotic Beast Anatomy Manual" which he read leisurely.
Peace had gradually been restored to the Lower Courtyard. Aside from a few small and stealthy exotic beasts, most had been cleared out.
A couple of days ago, when he went to the Scripture Transmission Institute to buy books, Tongtian Square had already become deserted.
The disciples of the Lower Courtyard had returned to their respective areas to tidy up the aftermath.
Due to the severe damage, the Lower Courtyard even notified tenants of an adjustment in the land rent, declaring that after reporting losses, they might be appropriately relieved of some of the burden.
"Pity I don't have a share in that," Chen Mu shrugged, unconcerned. After all, the Yellow Bud Rice Fields weren't his main source of income.
