The leading soldier nodded, "If it's not enough, just say so. King Shuo will never let anyone go hungry."
"Thank you, King Shuo, thank you, King Shuo."
The soldiers left, and Old Shi carried three bags of grain back to the house.
"King Shuo really loves his people like they were his own children," Old Shi sighed.
"Indeed..." The silver-haired elder nodded in agreement.
From the expressions of the two elders, it was clear that the King of North Snow was much beloved by the populace.
"Young Hoong Jun, eat quickly, and go to sleep earlier."
"Alright."
Late at night.
Chu Ming lay on a clean bed, and there was a separate stove by the bedside, placed there by Old Shi specially, fearing he would get cold.
The wind and snow howled, the night passed in silence.
At dawn, Chu Ming gazed deeply at the eastern house, as if his eyes could penetrate through walls.
Moments later, he withdrew the eerie glow, turned his hand to take out a few aged treasure medicines, and then vanished.
