Once a few people in his family became Martial Artists, some of his ideas could be put into practice, turning them into sources of income.
'Looks like I really offended Chang Younian this time. It would be fine if other doctors could find a cure for the plague. Otherwise, the adults in my family probably won't be able to enter the city anymore.'
He didn't linger. Since everything had been burned to ashes, there was nothing to feel sentimental about.
In the future, even if they left the mountains, they would move directly into the county seat, not back to the village.
But that was a matter for the future.
Wanted posters? Let them do what they want. His supplies were enough to last the family for a year, not to mention they could start farming later on.
He carefully made his way back into the mountains. In a relatively open area, he took out everything he had prepared in the Wilderness World one by one, piling it all around him.
