Su Lang was listless, "Master, can’t you stay? Right now, our stronghold is in desperate need of revival, and you’re like my pillar of strength. If you’re not here, I’ll be in a real panic."
Master patted Su Lang’s shoulder, "You have to learn to grow up."
Su Lang sighed but knew that Master’s mind was made up. He couldn’t tell if it was just his imagination, but ever since more than half a month ago, Master always seed preoccupied with heavy thoughts...
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Dong Huiying had two main reasons for coming to Jun City this ti; one was to gather dicinal herbs, and the other was to find a blacksmith capable of forging the surgical instrunts she needed.
During her days in Jun City, she had found ti to visit so blacksmith shops, only to find that her requirents for a surgical knife were too high and the artisans’ craftsmanship far too ordinary, which brought her a headache.
Before departing, she had promised Yixuan that, once she got back ho, she would treat his leg.
Yixuan’s reaction was rather subdued, as if he had long since given up hope for his leg. In these tis, once soone beca disabled, they remained so for life. This was different from Shu Yu’s congenital frailty, which primarily required internal treatnt. Yixuan’s leg, however, required surgery to reset the bones and tendons.
Shujun saw Dong Huiying’s depressed deanor and, after inquiring, learned that she was worried about the surgical knife. He then suddenly ntioned soone.
"I recall there’s a woman with a peculiar temperant in Qingfeng Prefecture with quite extraordinary blacksmithing skills."
Haoming glanced at Third Brother, then nodded and said, "Black market, mask, Qingfeng."
"Hmm?"
Dong Huiying looked at Haoming, while Shujun was torn between laughter and tears.
"You kid, do you have to spit out your words one by one like that, can’t you speak more clearly?"
Haoming had an innocent look on his face.
What Haoming had ant to say was that the masks in the black market had all been newly replaced a year ago, and these masks were crafted by the hands of that remarkable character from Qingfeng Prefecture.
Dong Huiying rembered the masks from the black market, as thin as cicada wings; though they were made of ordinary iron, they incorporated ingenious concepts. With a cleverly concealed clasp, unless one undid the clasp first, the mask could not be removed from the face.
"Shall we take a detour to Qingfeng Prefecture?" she suggested, then shook her head, "No, we should return ho first."
The Dayuan Territory was rife with bandits. With her cartful of dicinal herbs, if sothing untoward happened, wouldn’t this trip be in vain? And there was also Shu Yu’s illness...
At that mont, Hong Xiangjun said, "Sister Xiao Dong, how about this? You all head back to Taihang Town first. As for the matter in Qingfeng Prefecture, I can make the trip."
Hong Xiangjun’s proposal was unanimously supported by the group, and Dong Huiying was happy, "Thank you!"
The more she saw of this person, the fonder she grew of him; soone worth making a friend of.
Hong Xiangjun waved her hand, "What’s there to thank for? Actually, I wish to go to Qingfeng Prefecture for personal reasons," she said, becoming sowhat lancholic.
Where exactly was that person? She had been searching for several years but still couldn’t find him.
Later, the carriage stopped at a station, and Dong Huiying purchased so ink and paper to draw a sketch. Her drawings were remarkably simple, yet captured high fidelity, making it clear at a glance what specifications the surgical tool in the drawings required.
Hong Xiangjun bought a horse, took the sketches, and headed straight for Qingfeng Prefecture. Two days later, Dong Huiying, along with Liang Shujun, Liang Haoming, Liang Yuening, and a cart full of dicinal herbs, hurriedly made their way back to Kaoshan Village.
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