Zhang Xiaoshan slightly closed his eyes.
Divine Thought covered a radius of about ten zhang, approximately a distance of a hundred meters around him.
"Woof?"
Suddenly, two figures appeared in the scene visualized by his Divine Thought.
It was Tao Qian, with whom Zhang Xiaoshan had once had a brief romantic encounter.
Walking alongside her was her man, Wu Biao.
Wu Biao had a hoe slung over his shoulder, and Tao Qian carried a vegetable basket on her arm, filled with some wild vegetables. They had probably just finished working in the fields and were planning to head home.
Tao Qian was wearing a short-sleeved pullover today. The size of the garment seemed a bit small, and coupled with the sweat, it tightly clung to her body, accentuating her beautiful figure.
As they walked, she occasionally glanced toward the direction of the infirmary.
Seeing that the infirmary door was locked, she felt a bit disappointed.
