Yin Cong smiled at the words, raised his hand to pat Duan Rong's shoulder, and said, "Junior brother, it's kind of you. Then I'll leave it to you."
"Senior brother, rest for a moment. I'll be back soon." Duan Rong said, then stepped into the dark night, heading into the dense forest.
Seeing Duan Rong leave, Yin Cong stood at the cave entrance and sighed heavily.
He had been at Shang Xiangyu's place for over a year, always under the pressure of Pan Yong and Chen Hu, dealing with all sorts of trivial matters, enduring quite a bit.
But he also acknowledged his shortcomings. Whether it was Martial Arts or intelligence, he couldn't match those two, and had no choice but to endure and get through the days quietly.
When Duan Rong returned with two bloody wild creatures, Yin Cong had already lit a fire at the cave entrance.
Duan Rong had hunted a pheasant and a wild rabbit, and he had cleaned them by the water before returning.
