They had just watched Lin Zheyu practice martial arts and were full of admiration for Mr. Lin's perseverance.
"Thank you."
Lin Zheyu took the water pouch, opened the wooden stopper, and the scent of medicine wafted out.
After drinking a mouthful of medicinal soup, a warm current flowed down his throat into his stomach.
Lin Zheyu finished eating the roasted meat, drank a few more sips of medicinal soup, then sat cross-legged and began to operate a breathing technique to recover his strength.
Time passed and the sky gradually brightened.
Two young men got off the ox cart.
They glanced at Lin Zheyu, their faces showing respect, as they knew Lin Zheyu practiced martial arts for three hours last night.
They walked to an empty spot nearby, keeping some distance between them, and began their morning practice.
"Mr. Lin!"
After more than half an hour, the two stopped, respectfully approaching to speak.
