"Alright." Song Yun Xiang nodded. He could accept this answer.
Fang Sheng Lin listened to these three people discussing about their plan to integrate the soldiers and yawned. He didn't really like interrogating people unless he was asked to beat them up.
At that time, he would feel better.
"You need to recuperate and recover before winter." Song Yun Xiang finally turned his attention back to Fang Sheng Lin. "Your abilities will be necessary for us to win the battle against the northern tribe."
"I can't control my body's recovery ability," Fang Sheng Lin replied helplessly.
Even though Fang Sheng Lin was confident that he would not lie on the bed for a long time, but he couldn't make any promise. After all, Fang Sheng Lin knew better than anyone that he didn't have any idea about his own recovery ability and so on.
If anything, it could be said that Fang Sheng Lin often dragged his injured body to fight again and again.
