「The next afternoon, Qingmu Tavern.」
The small group with Lin Yiru at its core gathered once again, but this time, Zhao Gonghe was absent. Zhao Gonghe lay in a sickbed in Zhengren Clinic on Paulownia Peak, his body wrapped in white bandages like a mummy. He wanted to sleep, but the slightest rustle or breeze brought such pain that he couldn't help but grit his teeth.
"Yiru, this is the 'Li Jianxiang' information that Junior Brother Gonghe paid a heavy price for," a female disciple said, handing a piece of paper to Lin Yiru.
Lin Yiru responded, "Junior Brother Gonghe has worked hard." She then took the paper and began to read the information about Li Jianxiang that Zhao Gonghe had recorded.
